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Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros autem, ut concilium Dei et conjunctionem Apostolorum. Sine his Ecclesia non vocatur; de quibus suadeo vos sic habeo. S. Ignatii Ad Trallianos. And when this epistle is read among you, cause that it be read also in the church of the Laodiceans. The broad-backed hippopotamus Rests on his belly in the mud; Although he seems so firm to us He is merely flesh and blood. Flesh and blood is weak and frail, Susceptible to nervous shock; While the True Church can never fail For it is based upon a rock. The hippo’s feeble steps may err In compassing material ends, While the True Church need never stir To gather in its dividends. The ‘potamus can never reach The mango on the mango-tree; But fruits of pomegranate and peach Refresh the Church from over sea. At mating time the hippo’s voice Betrays inflexions hoarse and odd, But every week we hear rejoice The Church, at being one with God. The hippopotamus’s day Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts; God works in a mysterious way— The Church can sleep and feed at once. I saw the ‘potamus take wing Ascending from the damp savannas, And quiring angels round him sing The praise of God, in loud hosannas. Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean And him shall heavenly arms enfold, Among the saints he shall be seen Performing on a harp of gold. He shall be washed as white as snow, By all the martyr’d virgins kist, While the True Church remains below Wrapt in the old miasmal mist.
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The Hippopotamus
Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros autem, ut concilium Dei et conjunctionem Apostolorum. Sine his Ecclesia non vocatur; de quibus suadeo vos sic habeo. S. Ignatii Ad Trallianos. And when this epistle is read among you, cause that it be read also in the church of the Laodiceans. The broad-backed hippopotamus Rests on his belly in the mud; Although he seems so firm to us He is merely flesh and blood. Flesh and blood is weak and frail, Susceptible to nervous shock; While the True Church can never fail For it is based upon a rock. The hippo’s feeble steps may err In compassing material ends, While the True Church need never stir To gather in its dividends. The ‘potamus can never reach The mango on the mango-tree; But fruits of pomegranate and peach Refresh the Church from over sea. At mating time the hippo’s voice Betrays inflexions hoarse and odd, But every week we hear rejoice The Church, at being one with God. The hippopotamus’s day Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts; God works in a mysterious way— The Church can sleep and feed at once. I saw the ‘potamus take wing Ascending from the damp savannas, And quiring angels round him sing The praise of God, in loud hosannas. Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean And him shall heavenly arms enfold, Among the saints he shall be seen Performing on a harp of gold. He shall be washed as white as snow, By all the martyr’d virgins kist, While the True Church remains below Wrapt in the old miasmal mist.
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.          Some hold it true that Erin's creamy skin          Is clearly fairest in both grain and hue;          And I have seen such porcelain skin as hin- ted quite convincingly that this was true.          Some hold it true the Aztec's nut-brown hide          (Made with Quetzal's chocolate from long ago)          Is fairest, and understandably deride The purblind eyes of those who do not know.          And others, still, prefer a different cast,—          A different color, texture, shade, and tone.          And most enjoy a rude debate on taste. I argue not, but leave them all alone:          I'd rather go and dream a blissful dream          Of chocolate skin wet-kist with Irish cream. *
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
Yet Another Dark Lady
A Dentist from Weehawken was feeling miserably; Depressed, down in the mouth, you know how that can be. Walt thought salt air would do him good and so he went to sea. He chartered a large fishing boat and paid a hefty fee. They set a course for Georges Bank where clam and cod abound. For centuries this place has been a fertile fishing ground. With bated breath and baited hook, Walter set his line. He’d catch some rays and have some beers and have a real good time. But Fate had other plans for him, things took a darker turn. Those who fish for sport, not food, are beasts as he’d soon learn. A tug upon his line foretold the battle to take place It nearly pulled him from his chair and so began the chase. What monster he had on his line, the dentist didn’t know. He played the creature skillfully as it thrashed to and fro. The massive tuna breached the waves and landed with a splat, It wore coke bottle glasses and a red Greek fishing hat. Walt, the dentist, looked upon his catch and was aghast As “Charlie, the Star-Kist tuna, gasped and breathed his last. The dentist took a “selfie” that was seen the world around. Charlie, the Tuna with good taste, had been brought to ground. “Perhaps I’ll mount him on my wall” Walt said thoughtlessly. Little did he know what this would cost him personally. These days Walt is in hiding in his Northern Jersey town. His patients have all left him and he closed his office down. His car has four slashed tires, there’s graffiti on his walls. He can’t even go on Facebook, he’s been unfriended by them all. So if you are a hunter who wants to **** a hippopotamus, before you shoot be sure to check and see if he's anonymous!
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
“Sorry Charlie”
A Dentist from Weehawken was feeling miserably; Depressed, down in the mouth, you know how that can be. Walt thought salt air would do him good and so he went to sea. He chartered a large fishing boat and paid a hefty fee. They set a course for Georges Bank where clam and cod abound. For centuries this place has been a fertile fishing ground. With bated breath and baited hook, Walter set his line. He’d catch some rays and have some beers and have a real good time. But Fate had other plans for him, things took a darker turn. Those who fish for sport, not food, are beasts as he’d soon learn. A tug upon his line foretold the battle to take place It nearly pulled him from his chair and so began the chase. What monster he had on his line, the dentist didn’t know. He played the creature skillfully as it thrashed to and fro. The massive tuna breached the waves and landed with a splat, It wore coke bottle glasses and a red Greek fishing hat. Walt, the dentist, looked upon his catch and was aghast As “Charlie, the Star-Kist tuna, gasped and breathed his last. The dentist took a “selfie” that was seen the world around. Charlie, the Tuna with good taste, had been brought to ground. “Perhaps I’ll mount him on my wall” Walt said thoughtlessly. Little did he know what this would cost him personally. These days Walt is in hiding in his Northern Jersey town. His patients have all left him and he closed his office down. His car has four slashed tires, there’s graffiti on his walls. He can’t even go on Facebook, he’s been unfriended by them all. So if you are a hunter who wants to **** a hippopotamus, before you shoot be sure to check and see if he's anonymous!
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Glittered gold, angelic light, glimmers through the darkest night, guiding those who feel its might, down the path of hope and right. Silver haze, a cloudy mist, enclosed within a mortal kist, confusing those who cannot see, the ways of peace and destiny. Warm embrace, a sacred hold, encased against demonic cold, saving those who know its name, from that dark eternal shame. Shadow cast, unholy cloud, appears to all a deathly shroud, calling those who must repent, and save their souls from dark descent.
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Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 7:31 AM UTC
Enlighten
My summer palette If it were perfect Would consist of... 47 gum drop 45 tangerine twist 53 sour blast 36 thin mint 24 tranquility 97 frosted 21 cotton candy 22 not-aye girl 38 alien 18 powerline 11 black cherry 66 kool-aid 49 calabria 71 mochi 02 mocha 01 solar beam 52 stellar 41 rusty 13 always October 17 honeycrisp 55 sun-kist 99 starburst And I would wear this palette Proudly For it is me A little always October in me And in love with a sunset Hopeless romantic Who hasn't reached love yet So I reach for stars And solar eclipse And run miles up and down Thin lanes of traffic Chasing dreams All while wearing my palette Proud
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May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
Summer palette
The Logic of the Toad at the bottom of the slough of despond ping ping rain drip the very elixer of feistiness, they say ******** make us make use o'the stuff muscles are best for, but virtually estivation is our pre servation we wait on geotime for rain and rise, toadish to be kist orange by gaseous exposure to you, dear reader, a breath of fresh air, if you cared to even try to get understanding with it, as wisdom tickled your fancy fashionable meme chain.
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Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
The logic of the toad
Non descript hedge rows sculpted into ornamental animal via botanical artist wielding pruning shears and chain saw carved, limned and sculpted with wrist wrought voila uber prestidigitatiously head turning botanical picturesque Sun kist animals at an exhibition transformed miraculously via Te Deum divine fist *** ping, whence realistic fauna burst alive with an explosion of colorful twist and shout of foliage, where scalloped super flu us detritus manna for naturalist de cid Jew us detritus capacious carpet boar animation punk chew waiting groundswell Liszt ghost would arise from the grave to pro deuce magnum opus without a beat missed such shrubbery mimicking the likeness, sans glistening fleshy sin yew, and gist about ready to become bone a fide (green behind the ears) thriving vox populist, per species and genus wrought thrashing into birth as delicate crafts man promised to imbue life, liberty and pursuit of happiness whittling away leavings, thus did exist the nascent then omnipresent visible entity emerging from cocoon an herbalist meta morph hosed from imagination of skilled, practiced and mentalist conniver viz extracting the initially obscure blessed beast, where with august magic wielding tools of this specialty vis a vis bringing breathing manifest destiny ala Pinocchio (trans formed from wood to flesh), whereby finest dexterous chiseling blistering hands baffle on lookers as coterie of topiary harvest breaths mind bogglingly astoundingly authentic rooted ready to frolic in the grass menagerie a gamesome group of linkedin live progeny, the MichelAngelo of dirtiest canvass, an earthen tabula rasa of sorts where application threshing re: electric cool laid ahs hid test brings out chlorophyll doppelganger green hued key luster.
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
Topiary Comes To Life
Non descript hedge rows sculpted into ornamental animal via botanical artist wielding pruning shears and chain saw carved, limned and sculpted with wrist wrought voila uber prestidigitatiously head turning botanical picturesque Sun kist animals at an exhibition transformed miraculously via Te Deum divine fist *** ping, whence realistic fauna burst alive with an explosion of colorful twist and shout of foliage, where scalloped super flu us detritus manna for naturalist de cid Jew us detritus capacious carpet boar animation punk chew waiting groundswell Liszt ghost would arise from the grave to pro deuce magnum opus without a beat missed such shrubbery mimicking the likeness, sans glistening fleshy sin yew, and gist about ready to become bone a fide (green behind the ears) thriving vox populist, per species and genus wrought thrashing into birth as delicate crafts man promised to imbue life, liberty and pursuit of happiness whittling away leavings, thus did exist the nascent then omnipresent visible entity emerging from cocoon an herbalist meta morph hosed from imagination of skilled, practiced and mentalist conniver viz extracting the initially obscure blessed beast, where with august magic wielding tools of this specialty vis a vis bringing breathing manifest destiny ala Pinocchio (trans formed from wood to flesh), whereby finest dexterous chiseling blistering hands baffle on lookers as coterie of topiary harvest breaths mind bogglingly astoundingly authentic rooted ready to frolic in the grass menagerie a gamesome group of linkedin live progeny, the MichelAngelo of dirtiest canvass, an earthen tabula rasa of sorts where application threshing re: electric cool laid ahs hid test brings out chlorophyll doppelganger green hued key luster.
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until presence awake beneath hallow Moons Purify water tis waken moore' hind Anglo sea seep, teeth mark O'er only lions marshes set ablaze twined looks clock kist mind bellows hours come rise sepent vagabong kind hello thee waken lonly tusks thrash and throb member BA distain radius girth see'th cob
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Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 8:31 PM UTC
divination
I miss the way I felt when he looked at me right before he kissed me. I miss the way he felt as he moved inside me. I miss the way that he made me laugh. I know that it was a lie, this fantasy world that we both made up in our heads. I kist wish that we could have made it work out loud.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
I hate him so much and that is why my heart cannot say goodbye
Slayer plate time Quest heart ways, let hymm birds birth Eye glisten turn toward stary set' letter Ethers bedding point mother hue gowns bones lurch Grave gracious bed thee warrant trim sent fetter wake to thee ceiling gold adorns regretter tis nor en-earth en-holy slumber ****** lay'er postion whence kit kist steady tremble
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
Necromancer
Non descript hedge rows sculpted into ornamental animal  via botanical artist wielding pruning shears and chain saw  carved, limned and sculpted with wrist wrought voila uber prestidigitatiously head turning botanical picturesque Sun kist animals at an exhibition transformed miraculously via  Te Deum divine fist bumping, whence realistic fauna burst  alive with an explosion of colorful twist and shout of foliage,   where scalloped superfluous detritus manna for naturalist deciduous detritus capacious carpet boar animation punk chew waiting groundswell Liszt ghost would arise from the  grave to produce magnum opus without a beat missed such  shrubbery mimicking likeness sans glistening fleshy sin yew, and gist about ready to become bone a fide (green be hind ears) thriving vox populist, per species and genus  wrought thrashing into birth as delicate craftsman promised to imbue life, liberty and pursuit of happiness whittling away  leavings, thus did exist the nascent then omnipresent visible  entity emerging from cocoon an herbalist metamorphosed  from the imagination of a skilled, practiced and mentalist  conniver viz extracting the initially obscure blessed beast,  where with august magic wielding tools of this specialty vis  a vis bringing breathing manifest destiny ala Pinocchio (trans formed from wood to flesh), whereby finest dexterous  chiseling blistering hands baffle onlookers as coterie of  topiary harvest breaths mind bogglingly astoundingly  authentic rooted ready to frolic in grass menagerie,  a gamesome group of linkedin live progeny, the Michel Angelo of dirtiest canvass, an earthen tabula rasa of sorts  where application threshing re: electric cool laid ahs hid  test brings out chlorophyll doppelganger green hued key luster.
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 1:41 AM UTC
Topiary Comes To Life
Non descript hedge rows sculpted into ornamental animal  via botanical artist wielding pruning shears and chain saw  carved, limned and sculpted with wrist wrought voila uber prestidigitatiously head turning botanical picturesque Sun kist animals at an exhibition transformed miraculously via  Te Deum divine fist bumping, whence realistic fauna burst  alive with an explosion of colorful twist and shout of foliage,   where scalloped superfluous detritus manna for naturalist deciduous detritus capacious carpet boar animation punk chew waiting groundswell Liszt ghost would arise from the  grave to produce magnum opus without a beat missed such  shrubbery mimicking likeness sans glistening fleshy sin yew, and gist about ready to become bone a fide (green be hind ears) thriving vox populist, per species and genus  wrought thrashing into birth as delicate craftsman promised to imbue life, liberty and pursuit of happiness whittling away  leavings, thus did exist the nascent then omnipresent visible  entity emerging from cocoon an herbalist metamorphosed  from the imagination of a skilled, practiced and mentalist  conniver viz extracting the initially obscure blessed beast,  where with august magic wielding tools of this specialty vis  a vis bringing breathing manifest destiny ala Pinocchio (trans formed from wood to flesh), whereby finest dexterous  chiseling blistering hands baffle onlookers as coterie of  topiary harvest breaths mind bogglingly astoundingly  authentic rooted ready to frolic in grass menagerie,  a gamesome group of linkedin live progeny, the Michel Angelo of dirtiest canvass, an earthen tabula rasa of sorts  where application threshing re: electric cool laid ahs hid  test brings out chlorophyll doppelganger green hued key luster.
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Lexical littorals illiterate foal Talus and cirque shore and shoal Iconoclast anarchy vortex knoll ****** matrix vertex peak Semantic regalia flux and seek Torrid allusions own and keep Dichotomy paradox surge and swell Primordial integumence purge and fell Contiguity confluence dirge and knell Reliquiae requiem show and tell Accession assertion deliberative need Transcendent ascension expiate seed Subordinate ancillary exigency deed Subliminal subjunctive sensorium seethe Uxorious usury detinue blithe Contiguous currency decimate tithe Tractive proximity critical lithe Delusory phantasm futurity kithe Alacritous tactile acuity interstice Accidence ambience resonance quipy pith Scenario synopsis resilience gist Endergonic protensive progressiveness rift Prestissimo preterite retroactive gift Poignant puissance piquant myth Fable fantasticate legend list Preternatural gesticulate proclivity pith Propensity assimilate diabolical mist    ********** fornicate zooidal kist Parenthetical erudite erumpence fist Quiescent gossamer lecherous wrist Militant mercenary actuator aorist
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Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
****
Are you being prepared for bed, when kist will you resist an insistence of he to quicken his lust, will he grip a wrist and the daddy be to undress his she? He strips of your clothing, in ownership, and in doing so is he owning you perhaps in this ownership clothes are ripped but, of course, this is love, and his love is true. After these few, preliminary, acts a bruise or two, well' 'tis foreplay and a loving man will bestow love's smacks to keep his interest for one more day. And later, if both be satiated, if love be love, can there be some, hatred?
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 1:59 PM UTC
Questions
Aye pride myself being sui generis verb hose subject for a zoologist, cuz webbed phalanges branch handsomely from mine feet and wrist, where perforce great expectations, asper the next greatest (I SCREAM) scoop of the month intimated, conducted under top secret controlled laboratory conditions with yours truly (as the de facto par excellence) rodent named "Oliver twist" Lady Dedlock key ping watchful eye within bleak house, while Thomas Gradgrind feigns tubby bad company during these hard times temporarily all quietest lull on the western front since Donald Trump detente foretold by a palmist, whereby said President of the United States feeling as an optimist met with Kim Jong-un, (cautiously side stepping morass, viz hit blind side dare devil hoodwinking, via awe shucks faux bully) suspending noninterventionist impact unexpectedly witnessed leader of North Korea as multilateralist on historic June 12, 2018, summit minus linguist, where fist pumping in Singapore for unilateral negotiations offloading nationalism weighing down figurative chest i.e. kist by resplendent sun, where ma lounze sotto voce, somber solemnly sober ensemble re: joist uniting this stately isolationist, whose approximate ten stone heft easy to hoist merely sustains purposelessness this poem without a gist hence if Yukon spare one (or more cruxes) lemme be fist in line, though first, aye would need to convince thee this scribe doth exist!
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 3:12 AM UTC
***** Goes This Ratty Guinea Pig
Lexical littorals illiterate foal Talus and cirque shore and shoal Iconoclast anarchy vortex knoll ****** matrix vertex peak Semantic regalia flux and seek Torrid allusions own and keep Dichotomy paradox surge and swell Primordial integumence purge and fell Contiguity confluence dirge and knell Reliquiae requiem show and tell Accession assertion deliberative need Transcendent ascension expiate seed Subordinate ancillary exigency deed Subliminal subjunctive sensorium seethe Uxorious usury detinue blithe Contiguous currency decimate tithe Tractive proximity critical lithe Delusory phantasm futurity kithe Alacritous tactile acuity interstice Accidence ambience resonance quipy pith Scenario synopsis resilience gist Endergonic protensive progressiveness rift Prestissimo preterite retroactive gift Poignant puissance piquant myth Fable fantasticate legend list Preternatural gesticulate proclivity pith Propensity assimilate diabolical mist    ********** fornicate zooidal kist Parenthetical erudite erumpence fist Quiescent gossamer lecherous wrist Militant mercenary actuator aorist
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May 1, 2022
May 1, 2022 at 11:07 PM UTC
****
A faint glimmer of last nights shadowt mis(+) Clutches to weary                 & arms  to stealth away thy alms Not steal but (seath)sieve Bedowing morning clapse on morning way side hills while voices murmur                  wind breaks on wall As click to click, like snow bal rose & trickle dow acquesent ....       bell rings & neawly fonder toward...   deeping in sights om in ~(re)prose, nay but a + condessed repression tide bay thee wake &- glapse to horizon sun kist eye for there wed thee & make of what rebedded to bloom of this old wood
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Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 4:40 PM UTC
Sunset had to dawn
He runs his thumb under th' throat in a menacing manner tae th' jimmy sittin' in th' witness kist wha gazes his wey. Na word spoken, juist th' gesture o' harm, if wantit. He sits back, his een nae goin awa th' witness, his coupon as if chiseled oot o' granite. Th' witness is lost fur wurds, his nerves tightened, his guts ache as if torn by birds.
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Jan 30, 2022
Jan 30, 2022 at 9:41 AM UTC
The Gesture.