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"incontrovertible" poems
he said/begged, make love to me just like a woman! kiss me toe to head, linger on my neck, trace my waist, begin at my lips, pause at my hips, quibbles intersperse, quips and licks on eyelids, nibble me, near me, close and closer yet unto the glorious victorious near death experience... whisper me sweet everythings before during after and over again, when you must pause to exhale, blow all their warmth upon thy fingers and bring that warmth inside Columbus me with tongue and eyes, take me slow then again, even slower, for thy pleasure, than execute summary judgement upon me falsely accept, then deny, deny, deny my every appeal to oh my god for anyone's mercy! adjudge me then guilty yet again, and to the tower take me to drown in mine own lashing lamentations, thy incontrovertible evidence, mine own uncensored revelations execute me twice, slowly, goodly with lengthy and lovely measures *she said,  and so I shall, eventually, do what you beseech, what you most excellently seek but you may recall, somewhat earlier, I called out shotgun so you must start my dear by following all the precise driving instructions you just stated, and bring your GPS^, and, oh yes, I'm waiting...* too wit and sod this! he gruffingly huffingly, hurrumphingly, replied, *all hell and damnation, treat me like a woman just once pity-please!" *can't can't can't - she be-witchingly cackled! then sang to me the lyrical words of a Nobel Prize winner!* "***You fake just like a woman Yes you do, you make love like a woman Yes you do, and then you ache just like a woman But you break just like a little boy**"
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC
abecedarian
he said/begged, make love to me just like a woman
he said/begged, make love to me just like a woman! kiss me toe to head, linger on my neck, trace my waist, begin at my lips, pause at my hips, quibbles intersperse, quips and licks on eyelids, nibble me, near me, close and closer yet unto the glorious victorious near death experience... whisper me sweet everythings before during after and over again, when you must pause to exhale, blow all their warmth upon thy fingers and bring that warmth inside Columbus me with tongue and eyes, take me slow then again, even slower, for thy pleasure, than execute summary judgement upon me falsely accept, then deny, deny, deny my every appeal to oh my god for anyone's mercy! adjudge me then guilty yet again, and to the tower take me to drown in mine own lashing lamentations, thy incontrovertible evidence, mine own uncensored revelations execute me twice, slowly, goodly with lengthy and lovely measures *she said,  and so I shall, eventually, do what you beseech, what you most excellently seek but you may recall, somewhat earlier, I called out shotgun so you must start my dear by following all the precise driving instructions you just stated, and bring your GPS^, and, oh yes, I'm waiting...* too wit and sod this! he gruffingly huffingly, hurrumphingly, replied, *all hell and damnation, treat me like a woman just once pity-please!" *can't can't can't - she be-witchingly cackled! then sang to me the lyrical words of a Nobel Prize winner!* "***You fake just like a woman Yes you do, you make love like a woman Yes you do, and then you ache just like a woman But you break just like a little boy**"
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No matter what is expected or preconceived Remain determined Break through the chains of other's mentalities of what is to be You are more than yesterday's realities If you persevere there's no stopping your choices manipulating destiny A persons fate is not set in stone We grow beyond the mold of past perceptions Never allow another to lessen your ambitions Speak through velocity to prove undeniable ability to overcome and achieve The cost whatever it may be is worth the sacrifice to obtain your dreams
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
danielle-rose
Incontrovertible
No matter what is expected or preconceived Remain determined Break through the chains of other's mentalities of what is to be You are more than yesterday's realities If you persevere there's no stopping your choices manipulating destiny A persons fate is not set in stone We grow beyond the mold of past perceptions Never allow another to lessen your ambitions Speak through velocity to prove undeniable ability to overcome and achieve The cost whatever it may be is worth the sacrifice to obtain your dreams
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one would think these old owls might have learned a hoot of wisdom, and shut off the bright lights, concisely concession con-seceded to the simple ********** of the union of the night and moon, its sleep crowning ownership of these particular hours let me not false claim that I speak for all the grandfathers, nor raise myself as a caesar among them, for there are too many shrieking claimants of all knowing, know-nothings these troubling days no longer do we revere or agree upon the certainty of any incontrovertible self-evident, truths and beauty we from early ancestors inherited, fore-seeing the risky possibilities of a freedom-less future, a melting planet without enough air or water to be shared for our fast contentedly, asleep babies no, no, I speak only for myself, and those few million of grandfathers who message each other in the wee hours about silly trivial concerns that keep them awake and writing foolish poems
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Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 3:10 AM UTC
left-foot
that is what grandfathers do at 2:33am
one would think these old owls might have learned a hoot of wisdom, and shut off the bright lights, concisely concession con-seceded to the simple ********** of the union of the night and moon, its sleep crowning ownership of these particular hours let me not false claim that I speak for all the grandfathers, nor raise myself as a caesar among them, for there are too many shrieking claimants of all knowing, know-nothings these troubling days no longer do we revere or agree upon the certainty of any incontrovertible self-evident, truths and beauty we from early ancestors inherited, fore-seeing the risky possibilities of a freedom-less future, a melting planet without enough air or water to be shared for our fast contentedly, asleep babies no, no, I speak only for myself, and those few million of grandfathers who message each other in the wee hours about silly trivial concerns that keep them awake and writing foolish poems
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opening up an eclectic ruddy random selection of books to the sound of classical concerto dimmed to 'whelming' (neither under nor overwhelming), is like entering point after point to perspective to new brain after old brain after subject to object to alluvit, the few, the many-- 'on July 21st, 1936, Lockheed test pilot Elmer C. McLeod, with Amelia as copilot, took the new Electra up for its first official flight..' 'This is the picture of the Djinn making the beginnings of the Magic that brought the Humph to the Camel..' 'A block away from the museum doors, the guards still follow us, until a new group of guards from the next building has us under surveillance..' 'More and more, I suspect that Buddhists and shamans are correct..' 'I liked Bloodworth and in the spring we were going to play outfield together on that Lowell team, he whose name for years had mystified me when I saw it in Lowell High and Lowell Twi League boxscores-' 'if the world at large found it impossible to believe the truth of the Holocaust, even when provided with incontrovertible proof, Berliners presented with piecemeal evidence, rumour and hearsay were bound to dismiss such talk as enemy propaganda, or perverted fantasy. As Ursula Von Kardoff recalled after the war: 'we were realistic and pessimistic. But Auschwitz?'-  '"Twenty-five centavos." "Twenty-five centavos," repeated the Syrian in a firm voice with almost no accent.'--
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
softcomponent
partitions and the 'joke dichotomy'
opening up an eclectic ruddy random selection of books to the sound of classical concerto dimmed to 'whelming' (neither under nor overwhelming), is like entering point after point to perspective to new brain after old brain after subject to object to alluvit, the few, the many-- 'on July 21st, 1936, Lockheed test pilot Elmer C. McLeod, with Amelia as copilot, took the new Electra up for its first official flight..' 'This is the picture of the Djinn making the beginnings of the Magic that brought the Humph to the Camel..' 'A block away from the museum doors, the guards still follow us, until a new group of guards from the next building has us under surveillance..' 'More and more, I suspect that Buddhists and shamans are correct..' 'I liked Bloodworth and in the spring we were going to play outfield together on that Lowell team, he whose name for years had mystified me when I saw it in Lowell High and Lowell Twi League boxscores-' 'if the world at large found it impossible to believe the truth of the Holocaust, even when provided with incontrovertible proof, Berliners presented with piecemeal evidence, rumour and hearsay were bound to dismiss such talk as enemy propaganda, or perverted fantasy. As Ursula Von Kardoff recalled after the war: 'we were realistic and pessimistic. But Auschwitz?'-  '"Twenty-five centavos." "Twenty-five centavos," repeated the Syrian in a firm voice with almost no accent.'--
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suspected of being problematic, one is a common but questionable model, and an adjustment may be required to address all the nonsignificant differences— how they nonetheless constitute important arbitrary criterions for equivalence the significance test based on observational data is susceptible to (errors of) interpretation over the question at issue namely, do case differences arise because of exposure to a comparatively small sample or because of another variable? Exposure can be only mediated by crude estimates and so may be misleading during the forming of the hypothesized model of one that describes the association between exposure, bias, and the variables, and reconciles difference with equivalence significantly. The model provides little information that is incontrovertible but the results suggest if adjustment for the variable makes no substantive difference ignore it but if your knowledge indicates the adjusted variable to be preferable then prefer it
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Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 7:25 PM UTC
daniello
Confounding
suspected of being problematic, one is a common but questionable model, and an adjustment may be required to address all the nonsignificant differences— how they nonetheless constitute important arbitrary criterions for equivalence the significance test based on observational data is susceptible to (errors of) interpretation over the question at issue namely, do case differences arise because of exposure to a comparatively small sample or because of another variable? Exposure can be only mediated by crude estimates and so may be misleading during the forming of the hypothesized model of one that describes the association between exposure, bias, and the variables, and reconciles difference with equivalence significantly. The model provides little information that is incontrovertible but the results suggest if adjustment for the variable makes no substantive difference ignore it but if your knowledge indicates the adjusted variable to be preferable then prefer it
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**For Sheron, On Our Seventh Anniversary: Bound and Boundless** ~~~ *different shaped, a square peg, a round hole, and yet, the carpenter is pleased two planes, different shaped, yet overlaying, occupying conjoined space, angular symmetry and yet, the geometrist is satisfied can* bound and boundless, *fully opposing notions, incontrovertible, yet be in pleasing poetic combination? how can it be, two bonded, distinct spheres contoured with crossover bordered blended boundaries exceed aligned, beyond merest connecting, overlapping, intersecting two circles electronically collide, venn diagrammed to share, programmed unknowingly for creating a big bang of a harmonious, simultaneous new star creation this mystery, this poem, its resolution~solution, comes to the poet late in life, yet contented, believing, it is a far, far better thing that he does now, than never life and love living in unison, transforming, deserving of a unique discrete, le nom est l'unite perhaps you are thinking, this poem, a failed attempt, neither the best or the worst of any written anywhere upon this green globe, this day yet he smiles as it composes itself, for though without its own sustaining merit, it is a poem regarding the best work he have ever done, and the unity it portrait paints, is a nova worthy surely of a thousand millennia and yet, the poet is content with its content* ~~~
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
nat-lipstadt
For Sheron, On Our Seventh Anniversary: Bound and Boundless
**For Sheron, On Our Seventh Anniversary: Bound and Boundless** ~~~ *different shaped, a square peg, a round hole, and yet, the carpenter is pleased two planes, different shaped, yet overlaying, occupying conjoined space, angular symmetry and yet, the geometrist is satisfied can* bound and boundless, *fully opposing notions, incontrovertible, yet be in pleasing poetic combination? how can it be, two bonded, distinct spheres contoured with crossover bordered blended boundaries exceed aligned, beyond merest connecting, overlapping, intersecting two circles electronically collide, venn diagrammed to share, programmed unknowingly for creating a big bang of a harmonious, simultaneous new star creation this mystery, this poem, its resolution~solution, comes to the poet late in life, yet contented, believing, it is a far, far better thing that he does now, than never life and love living in unison, transforming, deserving of a unique discrete, le nom est l'unite perhaps you are thinking, this poem, a failed attempt, neither the best or the worst of any written anywhere upon this green globe, this day yet he smiles as it composes itself, for though without its own sustaining merit, it is a poem regarding the best work he have ever done, and the unity it portrait paints, is a nova worthy surely of a thousand millennia and yet, the poet is content with its content* ~~~
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Mouse-perspective; touristy neck cranked to measure immensity before me. So I went higher, to cloudy hills and gaudy views, where I knew a great border Above. Between the clouds I beheld the enormity of structure, staring into my eyes? An iris! Tapestries. Shadow and relief realized in stone. Baffled before the incontrovertible evidence of a benevolent face? Rushing terrain brings nostrils, now lips. Orbiting in the stillness, stories laid bare as skin lesions glow. The cost of working gears displaces and appears red as recent scars where now sprawling sameness mask the bruises, smooth as plastic. My city a single dot for hands of a blind God to glide over.
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Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 11:53 AM UTC
Jimbalaya
Tattoo the Earth
Mouse-perspective; touristy neck cranked to measure immensity before me. So I went higher, to cloudy hills and gaudy views, where I knew a great border Above. Between the clouds I beheld the enormity of structure, staring into my eyes? An iris! Tapestries. Shadow and relief realized in stone. Baffled before the incontrovertible evidence of a benevolent face? Rushing terrain brings nostrils, now lips. Orbiting in the stillness, stories laid bare as skin lesions glow. The cost of working gears displaces and appears red as recent scars where now sprawling sameness mask the bruises, smooth as plastic. My city a single dot for hands of a blind God to glide over.
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~for Victoria~ *this by rights an easy poem to inscribe nonetheless the rhythm escapes me, though the wordy contra-shades of render and tender, some incontrovertible, all well understood, their complexity loved and jointed-in-a-soul, betrothing and forevermore rendering, separating two subtle words that shape e v e r y t h i n g about the this poet,  tender boy rendered man, by many lifetimes that fit into no storage shed(ing) yet this new effort requires effort, the verbs ripped wrenched, the nouns hide underneath profound, notions needed for a potent potion release; none, **** do not come easy so put aside for the spilling moment though the urgency of the needling in-chest, thumping, begging for release furiously, fulfilling the poets doublin purpose: created to create seeds only this a simplistic surrenders from self, to self emergent tender me the teary essence soup of human weakness from which to render strength   from that brew, give me beauty, the keen and the ken the crook and the hook to desire the next days creation render, tender me unto, its new chance for beauty* 6/2/18 11:30am down by the riverside Peconic
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
nat-lipstadt
render, tender me, beauty
~for Victoria~ *this by rights an easy poem to inscribe nonetheless the rhythm escapes me, though the wordy contra-shades of render and tender, some incontrovertible, all well understood, their complexity loved and jointed-in-a-soul, betrothing and forevermore rendering, separating two subtle words that shape e v e r y t h i n g about the this poet,  tender boy rendered man, by many lifetimes that fit into no storage shed(ing) yet this new effort requires effort, the verbs ripped wrenched, the nouns hide underneath profound, notions needed for a potent potion release; none, **** do not come easy so put aside for the spilling moment though the urgency of the needling in-chest, thumping, begging for release furiously, fulfilling the poets doublin purpose: created to create seeds only this a simplistic surrenders from self, to self emergent tender me the teary essence soup of human weakness from which to render strength   from that brew, give me beauty, the keen and the ken the crook and the hook to desire the next days creation render, tender me unto, its new chance for beauty* 6/2/18 11:30am down by the riverside Peconic
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twenteesventh. you write of dismembered leaves, enhaloed lust(wtf) pains too sweet because they’re youthfully incomplete, using incontrovertible idiocies like dry rain droplets shining like sunlight, edible goodbye cheerios, edible didactics, teaching “frosted flakys” poetic methadone methodology, poems hats with rhyming lyrics   that taste like that burnt eyelids colored a blood stained mustard yellow, (yum), beyond burger veggie based satyrs, the happy gladness of sadness, reversible rivers flowing heavenwards, ***** ******* you want an infernal cataclysm... really? dechambered hearts, ventricular mysteries, brains wearing wooly sport jacket helmets and other Olsonian beauties, like I write with succinct passion, me, who gets eaten alive by buggers saying “too long,” “too long,” “needed a mid-poem napt” non-lexical non-commonsensical ecumenical hysterical chemical verbal reactionaries and then you wonder why PEOPLE ******* HATE POETRY? jes kiddin’ a leetle
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Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
ogdiddynash
So Olson, It’s All Your Fault!
twenteesventh. you write of dismembered leaves, enhaloed lust(wtf) pains too sweet because they’re youthfully incomplete, using incontrovertible idiocies like dry rain droplets shining like sunlight, edible goodbye cheerios, edible didactics, teaching “frosted flakys” poetic methadone methodology, poems hats with rhyming lyrics   that taste like that burnt eyelids colored a blood stained mustard yellow, (yum), beyond burger veggie based satyrs, the happy gladness of sadness, reversible rivers flowing heavenwards, ***** ******* you want an infernal cataclysm... really? dechambered hearts, ventricular mysteries, brains wearing wooly sport jacket helmets and other Olsonian beauties, like I write with succinct passion, me, who gets eaten alive by buggers saying “too long,” “too long,” “needed a mid-poem napt” non-lexical non-commonsensical ecumenical hysterical chemical verbal reactionaries and then you wonder why PEOPLE ******* HATE POETRY? jes kiddin’ a leetle
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From what deep well of despair Did you draw the crisp clean draught Of incontrovertible truth? How many shrank from the reflection Cast plainly from your gaze? The marionette caught up in the maelstrom Uncomfortable to watch Reservoir of human suffering You wouldn't close your eyes Perhaps you saw too much
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
james-arthur-casey
Iconoclast
From what deep well of despair Did you draw the crisp clean draught Of incontrovertible truth? How many shrank from the reflection Cast plainly from your gaze? The marionette caught up in the maelstrom Uncomfortable to watch Reservoir of human suffering You wouldn't close your eyes Perhaps you saw too much
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it was with greater risk that I knew   that when I let you in, your metaphysics, my being would acquaint   itself to such metanoia: that there was such an air in your voice   that would sway me a forest and give me a necklace of sunlight. like a well-oiled machine   I let your gruel work its way like a beast claiming the calm, like the youth purloining the silence,    like the death making most frugal the earth and its troves. little night, black bird of my heart: when you take your flight in me, solder me up   there, vertiginously above the floor:      all those of much the land that coats our feet’s trembling aches,     all that still laughs    without what joy shapes with its motherly hands where you assume the stillness as something   the shadow languages and transfixes    in all of the days    lays captured, a darkness too halved, voyaging without eyes, in every direction eclipsing with the sound of incontrovertible music,      echoing, rippling in me with alterations.
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 3:24 AM UTC
windsor-i-guadalupe-jr
Song | Alterations
it was with greater risk that I knew   that when I let you in, your metaphysics, my being would acquaint   itself to such metanoia: that there was such an air in your voice   that would sway me a forest and give me a necklace of sunlight. like a well-oiled machine   I let your gruel work its way like a beast claiming the calm, like the youth purloining the silence,    like the death making most frugal the earth and its troves. little night, black bird of my heart: when you take your flight in me, solder me up   there, vertiginously above the floor:      all those of much the land that coats our feet’s trembling aches,     all that still laughs    without what joy shapes with its motherly hands where you assume the stillness as something   the shadow languages and transfixes    in all of the days    lays captured, a darkness too halved, voyaging without eyes, in every direction eclipsing with the sound of incontrovertible music,      echoing, rippling in me with alterations.
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the dharma burns in the bone - love is no synopsis to our caged delusions. death, why, only a dearth diorama of the incontrovertible denouement. the unsinkable truth so avidly assiduous that if dogma bleeds final, our beginnings stem only from the rose of ephemeral loves and in the end shall we meet god - only i, in the seethe of these phrases, have burnt wilder than any light.
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Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
windsor-i-guadalupe-jr
Dharma Burns
the dharma burns in the bone - love is no synopsis to our caged delusions. death, why, only a dearth diorama of the incontrovertible denouement. the unsinkable truth so avidly assiduous that if dogma bleeds final, our beginnings stem only from the rose of ephemeral loves and in the end shall we meet god - only i, in the seethe of these phrases, have burnt wilder than any light.
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I have always denied you this life would be under your window.  Before it was incontrovertible, the day cast me out, quickly askew without bright foyers. Confident, you concealed yourself from death released and unsure for a feeling. Gradually, you saw a striding, fully accepting who you wrote out, thoughtless as you heard some people crumple…  Places your ears can contain, rather not cease to avoid. You are more than a woman without a  full body, You doth known of a wrath unlike that after.   You are out of the church against such gain, Our senses unlike other senses eject literally. Apart from you strolled an innocent person, the cruel person you constantly listen to.  Against you wont escape screaming with a cacophony, but call to conceal the place this isolates you outside of those noisy, throng filled foyers.  Against it isn't you what sold yourself there, released, moving certain beside conclusion.  Leave from you not closed, You'll conceal who isn't free beside those agitated portals. It isn't nothing against forgetfulness, fragmented that against you as did lose the certainty from your unfinished. Flee from the mundane without my feet narrowly closed. Leave your freedom, It isn't mine to drop.   Heralded, you are uncertain this I’ll forward a blessing you lost so freeing.  Can't I see us whispering defeated?  Drawn out of a desert of fellowship, oh that isn't what it numbs. You are before some complete.  Wont I give to you the brick you new from sprung the Macaw enslaved?  Wont I release you very loosely and leave you out of a time when place does cease to be? Call against you the music you most certainly could
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
senor-negativo
A Call From James
I have always denied you this life would be under your window.  Before it was incontrovertible, the day cast me out, quickly askew without bright foyers. Confident, you concealed yourself from death released and unsure for a feeling. Gradually, you saw a striding, fully accepting who you wrote out, thoughtless as you heard some people crumple…  Places your ears can contain, rather not cease to avoid. You are more than a woman without a  full body, You doth known of a wrath unlike that after.   You are out of the church against such gain, Our senses unlike other senses eject literally. Apart from you strolled an innocent person, the cruel person you constantly listen to.  Against you wont escape screaming with a cacophony, but call to conceal the place this isolates you outside of those noisy, throng filled foyers.  Against it isn't you what sold yourself there, released, moving certain beside conclusion.  Leave from you not closed, You'll conceal who isn't free beside those agitated portals. It isn't nothing against forgetfulness, fragmented that against you as did lose the certainty from your unfinished. Flee from the mundane without my feet narrowly closed. Leave your freedom, It isn't mine to drop.   Heralded, you are uncertain this I’ll forward a blessing you lost so freeing.  Can't I see us whispering defeated?  Drawn out of a desert of fellowship, oh that isn't what it numbs. You are before some complete.  Wont I give to you the brick you new from sprung the Macaw enslaved?  Wont I release you very loosely and leave you out of a time when place does cease to be? Call against you the music you most certainly could
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Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse to staunch impending grim demise, since forefathers drafted United States Constitution ratified more'n two centuries ago hoi polloi must take to the streets denouncing severe curtailment impinging sacred freedom of speech linkedin with paramount bedrock provision accessing unvarnished flint ****** "truth," nonetheless commander in chief he quakingly, staunchly, vociferously... excoriates, lacerates, repudiates... one damning hermetically sealed, iniquitous airtight, vacuum packed flagrant misuse of power, (not to mention nepotism) invidious, insidious, injurious... infractions incontestable, incontrovertible, contemptible... significant melange in führer re: hating deplorably crooked basely barren factual exposé after another, deft correspondents all not quiet along western front (I heard Maria - mull remark) bring "to light" execrable, lamentable reprehensible... gross transgressions commander in chief significantly overstepped Pulitzer prize winning prestigious storied publications scathingly trounced, pillaried, lambasted, insulted, denounced, butchered, critiqued, demonized, fricassed, gored, humiliated,... pummeled, quartered, reviled courageously expounding fiend ensconced within his Taj Mahal impregnable donjon, whereat he trumpets laurels asper, nonpareil administration laying groundless accusations baring his white fangs, twittering, naysaying, mocking.. supreme renown gifted by "honest Abe" recalcitrant commander in chief, who refutes objectionable dogged investigative journalism every step of the way, where dedicated news gatherers risk life and limb firing line reportage troopers ferreting (foxlike) ***** doth gopher precious nuggets uncover alarming undisputable details impossible to refute raw bits agent provocateur freely colluding immediately hashtashed poppycock smarmy, snooty, snappy beastly capital one ogre blatantly castigating diligent endeavors oblivious pie in sky delusional egotistic haughtiness bobblehead vilified by silent majority.
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Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
First Amendment In Jeopardy
Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse to staunch impending grim demise, since forefathers drafted United States Constitution ratified more'n two centuries ago hoi polloi must take to the streets denouncing severe curtailment impinging sacred freedom of speech linkedin with paramount bedrock provision accessing unvarnished flint ****** "truth," nonetheless commander in chief he quakingly, staunchly, vociferously... excoriates, lacerates, repudiates... one damning hermetically sealed, iniquitous airtight, vacuum packed flagrant misuse of power, (not to mention nepotism) invidious, insidious, injurious... infractions incontestable, incontrovertible, contemptible... significant melange in führer re: hating deplorably crooked basely barren factual exposé after another, deft correspondents all not quiet along western front (I heard Maria - mull remark) bring "to light" execrable, lamentable reprehensible... gross transgressions commander in chief significantly overstepped Pulitzer prize winning prestigious storied publications scathingly trounced, pillaried, lambasted, insulted, denounced, butchered, critiqued, demonized, fricassed, gored, humiliated,... pummeled, quartered, reviled courageously expounding fiend ensconced within his Taj Mahal impregnable donjon, whereat he trumpets laurels asper, nonpareil administration laying groundless accusations baring his white fangs, twittering, naysaying, mocking.. supreme renown gifted by "honest Abe" recalcitrant commander in chief, who refutes objectionable dogged investigative journalism every step of the way, where dedicated news gatherers risk life and limb firing line reportage troopers ferreting (foxlike) ***** doth gopher precious nuggets uncover alarming undisputable details impossible to refute raw bits agent provocateur freely colluding immediately hashtashed poppycock smarmy, snooty, snappy beastly capital one ogre blatantly castigating diligent endeavors oblivious pie in sky delusional egotistic haughtiness bobblehead vilified by silent majority.
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you write of dismembered leaves, pains too sweet, using incontrovertible idiocies like quiet rain, droplets shining like sunlight, edible goodbye cheerios, tastes that burn eyelids colored in blood stained mustard yellow, the gladness of sadness, reversible rivers flowing heavenwards, really? dechambered hearts, ventricular mysteries, brains wearing wooly sport jacket helmets and others, more weirder too, wonderfully inexplicable, other jimmy olsonian beauties, non-lexical non-commonsensical ecumenical hysterical chemical verbal reactionaries, and then you wonder why, PEOPLE ******* HATE POETRY?
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Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 9:46 AM UTC
ogdiddynash
you write of dismembered leaves
you write of dismembered leaves, pains too sweet, using incontrovertible idiocies like quiet rain, droplets shining like sunlight, edible goodbye cheerios, tastes that burn eyelids colored in blood stained mustard yellow, the gladness of sadness, reversible rivers flowing heavenwards, really? dechambered hearts, ventricular mysteries, brains wearing wooly sport jacket helmets and others, more weirder too, wonderfully inexplicable, other jimmy olsonian beauties, non-lexical non-commonsensical ecumenical hysterical chemical verbal reactionaries, and then you wonder why, PEOPLE ******* HATE POETRY?
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Arranging for a ****** in ****** land- to buy peace. Human voices were forbidden. You look absolutely cozy in fragrant mode, sitting eyes wide open, under the jasmine shrub. Raising the conscience money for no guilt. Now sit beside me and listen to the pinnacle crumbling. Naked as a moon, I don't need clouds to cover my scars. A watertight, flawless promise with destiny was made of- Incontrovertible friendship.
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
satsih-verma
Will Meet Again
Arranging for a ****** in ****** land- to buy peace. Human voices were forbidden. You look absolutely cozy in fragrant mode, sitting eyes wide open, under the jasmine shrub. Raising the conscience money for no guilt. Now sit beside me and listen to the pinnacle crumbling. Naked as a moon, I don't need clouds to cover my scars. A watertight, flawless promise with destiny was made of- Incontrovertible friendship.
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