"ips" poems
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1 can diced
mangos, drained•
1 can diced tomato
es, drained • 1\4 cup
diced red onion •
1\4 cup chopped
fresh cilantro or
mint• 1\2 jalapeñ
o, seeded and fin
ely chopped or 2
tbsp. canned dice
d jalapeño. • 2 tb.
p. fresh lime or
lemon juice ****
stir together all ingredients
in medium bowl Serve as a dip with
tortilla or pita ch ips or as a topping
for quesadillas or grilled chicken
fish or pork ****
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
lips cur l l ips a bo u t th en ak e d for tre s s of your s t r ain i ng hips
in w hich resi de s the resi d ueof loves h ars hes tb ase notes
a single molting instant when bodies uncleverly address each
other rudely with loose and tight squirming tissues
commonly beginning muscles
rapid and dismaying
and to fluffless
orchards
scurry
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 3:27 AM UTC
Steam rises from the coffee mug
Sunshine peaks over the mountains
Smoke begins to fill up my lungs
I exhale what will never last.
Bearing marks of heartache he comes
Branded by the thought of concern
Barb-wire scuffed belts meet our hips
I release all that's left of hope.
Fields of yellow surround the road
Flowers that once bloomed in the rain
Faith so young in red lips so warm
I leave your still blue eyes waiting.
Combing fingers through your course hair
Caressing toes in sheets heavy
Cold noses on one another
I don't want to fall in love again.
-z0
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
gems i thought i'd never find, i found in him.
under the soft moonlight, he sang to me, words of
love. such sweet phrases coming out of beautiful
lips. lips i could stare at for ages and ages.
i love you's and kisses and warm embraces. he could
be the one. the one i'd spend the rest of my
life with. i could be his princess, and we'd live happily
ever after.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 1:36 PM UTC
Coded the firewalls, residing on the periphery
Insuring IDS and IPS, maintain security
Chasing packets down the wire, elusive, slippery
Black Hats in the wings, harbingers, of digital heresy
Driving through the data, mining superfluous type sin
Knowing everything, of where and when, and everyplace you've been
Bits and bytes, shreds of truth, even if, it's thick or very thin
Down copper paths and roads, memories gleaned from soldered tin
Security and privacy, a fallacy, perpetrated on the user base
They track you and record, nothing safe, at any site or place
Providers collude with government, profit, ever a corporate race
Removing what you can, but never gone, not without a trace
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 7:46 AM UTC
A lifetime as a teacher many a IAS, IPS
have gone through his tutelage. The satisfaction of a job well done brings a smile to his withered lips.
He was patient with his flock age has eroded his sense of humor looses his temper at all around.
They wait for him to take his last resting kith and kin alike have no time for him.
One fine morning when the household woke he failed to rise with the sun.
As they prepare him for his final journey by word of mouth a crowd gathers at there front door to pay respect to this grand old man.
The said list of IAS, IPS, Doctors and more are some of them who have come to have a last glimpse of this great soul.
As they watch they wonder whether a gentle smile had replaced the tiny frown
on these lifeless lips.
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 4:48 AM UTC
Such a beauty to see as in you knife
S
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Such a song to my ear as blood
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Such a feel it has upon my hands your heart
*Q i e s
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Such a taste in my mouth while you
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S h i
h i v
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Such a bountiful scent you release when you
Cr
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C a k
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This devil in me, mine and yours, soul
BLACK
BLACK
BLACK
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
Sweet nothings
Inlay the
Lips of an
Eternally
Naked
Chorus of pure
Essence
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC
it's × burnt × toast
&allofthethings;
you. let. go.
until _ _ there is [ nothing. ]
}tohold{
& you-don't-know
if the ~salt~~water~
really matters
it could. be. the. waves.
the cl°ink°° of the ice
in ^her ^cocktail
or >her >eyes >or >her >nose
¿who knows?
a \ NY \way\\
what-does-it-matter-now
{haditever}
| whatever |she wanted
》ebbs》《 and 》《flows》
her £ips
~ your ~mo~uth~~
&
#gone
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
Aj me apnia purania emails pad reha c
Sach kaha ta sala pad ke rona a gea
Jida hi start kita rona a gea
Tuci menu kende c ips ban jao
Ye ban jo wo ban jo
Nd me sala kuj ni kita
Asli kasoorwar me hi ha
Ki apna viah ni ** sakea
Me apne busienss de chkr wich thuhanu gawa lea
Sala mere to fuddu bNda koi ** sakda dunia wichh, nai koi bi nai.
Aj a reha c wapis office to.
Ikala c gaddi wich.
Sach dasa. Sare raste ronda aya me
Meeh pe reha c nd me ro reha c
Sad song wi chal rahe c
Hawa de warkea te , tera naa likh lea.
Paun lai me tenu, krna payar sikh lea.
Sala bada rona aya aj.
Am sorry heena ji
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC