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Travis Green May 2023
Sweaty staggering smash
Ungovernable rugged lover man
Ambitious delicious city slicker
Tall, saucy, and charming top dog

I require a taste of his spice
To seep into his desirable fiery wildness
Experience creative, ecstatic pleasure
From the touch of his undauntable rock-solid construction

Feel how he electrifies my nerve cells
How he looks at me with his extravagant electric eyes
Makes me hanker to bite into the surface
Of his winsome welcoming lips

Stroke his fresh thick beard
Savor his heavenly ****** expressions
The way his exquisite fervent eyebrows
Stellar pieced ears that hold my attention

My glamorous, vivacious captivatingness
I wanna groove on his rude all-consuming manhood
His iridescent luxuriant manfulness enamors me
Like an expressive, gorgeous pastel portrait

I visualize his honey-yellow hands
On my brown round mounds
His teeth and tongue slithering
On my biteable aroused tips

Lay my eyes on his sexually inviting sight
So highly stupefied and blissed out
While he exercises power over my entireness
Make me feel the major high-pressure intensity
Of his mighty tidal wave abounding
With top-notch intoxicating jollification
Travis Green May 2023
Sweaty staggering smash
Ungovernable rugged lover man
Ambitious delicious city slicker
Tall, saucy, and charming top dog

I require a taste of his spice
To seep into his desirable fiery wildness
Experience creative, ecstatic pleasure
From the touch of his undauntable rock-solid construction

Feel how he electrifies my nerve cells
How he looks at me with his extravagant electric eyes
Makes me hanker to bite into the surface
Of his winsome welcoming lips

Stroke his fresh thick beard
Savor his heavenly ****** expressions
The way his exquisite fervent eyebrows
Stellar pieced ears that hold my attention
My glamorous, vivacious captivatingness
I wanna groove on his rude all-consuming manhood
His iridescent luxuriant manfulness enamors me
Like an expressive, gorgeous pastel portrait

I visualize his honey-yellow hands
On my brown round mounds
His teeth and tongue slithering
On my biteable aroused tips

Lay my eyes on his sexually inviting sight
So highly stupefied and blissed out
While he exercises power over my entireness
Make me feel the major high-pressure intensity
Of his mighty tidal wave abounding
With top-notch intoxicating jollification
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Down amour' Lane, wherein there's inamorata's and inamarato's,
I'm the ghost unseen, the real hopeless romantic, the lost shadow;
Down in the grave, with the demon's I battle, as I loosen mine light force, which God giveth me to breaketh their chained hand's

I'm on heartbroken street, wherein dream's taketh over, and reality doth not last; a jollification do I indeed want to arriveth for, for one to open their door, though I'm just figment to others
As mine vigor is more than real, hoping one for mine heart to steal...................................


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Janine Tan Oct 2017
Portent remembrance of a disaster
Brought about one's life
Shaking the mere foundation
Of a broken heart
Wounds that would never heal
Tears that would never dry
Maybe it was a dream
A far, far distant dream
Hoping silently it would all come back to me
Jollification just a stretch away
Yet as if it were all impossible
Trying to remember those sweet times
Having you utter those words again
Wanting to drown myself into a sea of happiness
Holding what's left that I know of you
Being that fragile soul
I can truthfully say
You will live on
In remembrance
Babatunde Raimi May 2020
Why do we apologise at night
Because of the champions league
Increases the propensity to win
And nights are for action
That joy may come in the morning
Afterall, stars shines brightest at night

When we apologize at night
We are sure of "The promised land"
Maybe not night like night
Bur definitely before dawn
Oh! How I relish those fine moments
A night of bliss and "jollification"
Afterall, "Who pride help"

Other times when I say "Sorry"
It's to allow the night shift run smoothly
So, we can enter paradise
With valid particulars and license
Such we hours are solemn
It's not a time to be proud
Be calm and yet intentional

Sometimes, in your dreams
In the deadness of the night you hear
"Please wake up, i want to talk to you"
Say, "I am sorry", even if you aren't
You know what? That is wisdom
Such sleepy nights, not for "Koboko"

Men, so powerful and strong by day
And weak at night...
Let me warn you, be prepared
It might come with requests
And your answers can only be "Yes"
With a fully charged "Koboko"
Heaven help you if the gate is suddenly shut

I just love apologising at night
It comes with benefits and memories
It makes it soothingly gratifying
To optimize your performance at sunset
Say "Sorry", then worship in her altar
But you must have her "Passcode"
Else, you are no better than a rappist

At such special times Ladies
The Mumu button is all yours
Use and press it wisely
That's the time to ask
Afterall, a promise is a debt
And a promisor is enslaved to a promisee
That's how powerful a woman is
Let me just call it "Bottom Power"
Dear SafeLink Customer,
(one of the many recipients includes me).

The Federal Communications Commission (FCC) announced that the Affordable Connectivity Program (ACP) is ending, and April 2024 will be the last fully funded month for your benefits if Congress does not provide additional funding.

All ACP customers on all service providers will be affected but we have made it our highest priority to keep you connected. Even if Congress does not provide additional ACP funding after April, and the FCC only authorizes a partial funding in May, SafeLink will fully fund your ACP benefits through May 31st, 2024. This will give Congress more time to fund this program without impacting you.

Aforementioned bulletin elicited following:

SAFELINK TracFone synonymous...

not only as my lifeline,
and connectivity insurance
with family, friends and strangers,
whereby yours truly
experiences virtual safety net
as would be true
for many purple people eaters,
when havoc unexpectedly strikes
triggering an emergency situation,
where life and death

as very uncomfortable truth
teeter in the balance
necessitate immediate intervention,
hence survival
of one mediocre bipedal hominid
within twenty first century,
not only requires
allocated government funding
for unlimited talk and text,
to brook intervention

allowing, enabling, and providing help
while I channel urgent plea
via telephonic wireless portal
or surfing the cyber sea
if in need of an
up to date telephone number
until that one day in the near future,
when logical integrated circuits,
albeit miniscule or near invisible bots
to the naked eye,
of the foreign tiger

said telecommunication trappings
ideally, easily, and admirably
embedded within body electric
batteries not necessary
when capacity to energize lovely bones
emulates, jump/kickstarts,
and powers an uninterrupted
self sustaining feedback loop
courtesy subcutaneous
nearly microscopic solar cells

(similar in principle
to intrauterine devices)
generates ample electricity
with resistance from subjects
to communicate wirelessly,
which means every waking
and sleeping movement
grudgingly monitored,
thus surreptitious antics
possibly flagged for:

accusation of plagiarization,
barbarization of mine mien,
cannibalization of pet peeves,
demonization of politicization,
elation of short lived beneficence,
fictionalization of embedded chip insertion,
glorification qua state of art communication,
humanization of artificial intelligence,
idolization of electronic engineering,
jollification of electrons.

adieu from:
matthew scott harris
I bore witness and/or assimilated, gleaned,
and nursed implacable thirst for knowledge
courtesy reading factual narratives,
historical fiction, or biography
that since the advent of **** sapiens
avast number of civilizations
and their discontents
(throve and languished)
their legacy peppered
with historical achievements
particularly military exploits
punctuated equilibrium
by false sense of security
under_scored with relatively
long periods of peace
concluding with convulsive denouement
videre licet self destructive elements of style
sophisticated weapons of mass destruction
contrarily at the apotheosis of
scientific, mathematical, artistic...
adjudication, beautification, communication,
demystification, exemplification, fortification,
gamification, horrification, identification,
jollification, lubrication, magnification,
nazification, objectification,
pornification, qualification,
ratification, sophistication,
testification, unification,
vilification, yuppification,
and zombification for starters.

Absolute zero rhyme or reason
how antithetical characterization
against sense or sensibility such as
actualization, brutalization,
cannibalization, dehumanization,
eroticization, fanaticization,
ghettoization, hierarchization,
idolization, jargonization,
keratinization, literalization,
mythologization, nuclearization,
optimalization, politicization,
quantization, realization,
secularization, terrorization,
urbanization, vulgarization,
and weaponization.

While mulling over acceptable words that ended with either ication and/or subsequently ization, an attempt (albeit feeble) attempted to select multisyllabic words that mirrored the political landscape amidst the webbed wide world in general, and in the United States in particular, and unwittingly found me putting on my thinking cap to identify linkedin references to literature and mythology.

Though written approximately one hundred and sixty five years ago, the famous quote from A Tale of Two Cities is the which begins, ''It was the worst of times, it was the best of times'' The opening line, nearly a paragraph long, shows the extreme contradictions of the time and warns that the revolution could happen again.

Along the same vein yours truly (me) tapped Google for the following tidbit.

Ancient goddesses of vengeance, the Furies (or Erinyes) pursue and punish those who have sworn false oaths or betrayed sacred laws. In The Eumenides, they seek to punish Orestes for having killed his mother, Clytemnestra. They are monstrous to behold, and frequently work themselves up into fits of rage.

The above two examples of storied
illustrating imagining, intimating foreboding
just occurred to me out of the blue
spontaneously coming to mind
as handy dandy blues clue
to captcha the essence
of fraught perilous political winds
a worse fate than "Death and taxes"
a phrase commonly referencing a famous quotation written by American statesman Benjamin Franklin: Our new Constitution is now established, and has an appearance that promises permanency; but in this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.

No purposeful intent predetermined what I wrote
impossible mission to slay the invisible monster
looming at large donning windswept hair
trumpeting growling sounds from his throat
spouting misinformation he blithely
invents and whenever convenient doth self quote
without fail lambasts Democratic contenders
with flat out lies, I cannot help but note
barging as some self important
egotistical obstreperous maniac
flapping his gums yacht ta yachta ya
motoring mouth sturdy as a keelboat
soulfully bellowing **** the torpedoes
make America great again – what a  hoot
never giving pause that such a supposed
nostalgic age never existed
except maybe when primordial
poetry soup awash with many an eukaryote
a generic term that describes  aqueous solution
of organic compounds that accumulated
in primitive water bodies of the early Earth
as a result of endogenous abiotic syntheses
and the extraterrestrial delivery by cometary
and meteoritic collisions, and from
which some have assumed that the
one celled organisms
equally gifted to shoe away
what would become pesky Republican
within a bajillion years one nasty brute.

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