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"laudable" poems

nothing's instantaneous temperance a requirement change forever targeted til self becomes fragmented heart an aqueous soluble erstwhile deliquescent puddled into pulp taken out like trash fitting for an adversary malicious and malevolent destructive to the starling plucked and plunged to sea so drown to suffocation laudable attempts at termination inundate your consciousness using barrages of indifference convinced affection's unattainable death deserted and companionless auspicious in my loneliness asphyxiate to expiration

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Aug 30, 2018

Aug 30, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC

nothing's instantaneous temperance a requirement change forever targeted til self becomes fragmented heart an aqueous soluble erstwhile deliquescent puddled into pulp taken out like trash fitting for an adversary malicious and malevolent destructive to the starling plucked and plunged to sea so drown to suffocation laudable attempts at termination inundate your consciousness using barrages of indifference convinced affection's unattainable death deserted and companionless auspicious in my loneliness asphyxiate to expiration

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My absolute destiny is to skull **** the **** out of life To blast open the empty cleavage To shatter all the deceptive phonographs Those that you now consider “convenient modes of transportation” Every dawn I will howl into your vibrating monotones Your Dutch rambling will be reduced to ashes Alone in a ***** hostel You will be shocked by the sight of a desecrated ****** The fish scales still burning Left in their natural preservatives The lowest of all the adorned creatures Is he who succumbs to mediocrity An ordinary existence is worse then a wasted *** receptacle If they cant see the truce in a setting sunlight It is a sin to deteriorate comfortably Making circles with the tracks of your laymen’s truck of waking up happy with your plastic name tags carved to resemble an ignorant life scrap This **** disgusts me It is the skull ******* that define a generation Grab your sword a and plunge deep into the night A laudable combination of weapons of mass destruction and drunkards This is one less moment you spend being ordinary

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Nov 30, 2010

Nov 30, 2010 at 11:40 AM UTC

sparkles-asparagus

The tube to mediocrity

My absolute destiny is to skull **** the **** out of life To blast open the empty cleavage To shatter all the deceptive phonographs Those that you now consider “convenient modes of transportation” Every dawn I will howl into your vibrating monotones Your Dutch rambling will be reduced to ashes Alone in a ***** hostel You will be shocked by the sight of a desecrated ****** The fish scales still burning Left in their natural preservatives The lowest of all the adorned creatures Is he who succumbs to mediocrity An ordinary existence is worse then a wasted *** receptacle If they cant see the truce in a setting sunlight It is a sin to deteriorate comfortably Making circles with the tracks of your laymen’s truck of waking up happy with your plastic name tags carved to resemble an ignorant life scrap This **** disgusts me It is the skull ******* that define a generation Grab your sword a and plunge deep into the night A laudable combination of weapons of mass destruction and drunkards This is one less moment you spend being ordinary

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My mind, spinning red like the spokes of your bicycle, Dazed by halted slumber, lying flat and still. The weight of Doubt pressed his callused hands Upon my chest and at my laudable resistance, He laughs. I sink. Dreams laced too vividly with haze-dusted fears, Lasting in wake as only nightmares can. Gaining strength with each repression, Defiant, cold, and sharp, Burns into thought to tease this somber heart. Soaring downhill, Wheels spin in unison without control. The friction of conflicting realities Ignite the fire in my core. Cooling tears of salt and guilt fail to douse the flames. Snapshots from the dreaming reel, Float, Snide toward my gated heart. Falling. Slow. Elegant as sonnets torn in cruel haste From the gold-gilded diary of a closet poet.

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Jan 24, 2013

Jan 24, 2013 at 7:38 PM UTC

miranda-hinkley

My mind, spinning red like the spokes of your bicycle, Dazed by halted slumber, lying flat and still. The weight of Doubt pressed his callused hands Upon my chest and at my laudable resistance, He laughs. I sink. Dreams laced too vividly with haze-dusted fears, Lasting in wake as only nightmares can. Gaining strength with each repression, Defiant, cold, and sharp, Burns into thought to tease this somber heart. Soaring downhill, Wheels spin in unison without control. The friction of conflicting realities Ignite the fire in my core. Cooling tears of salt and guilt fail to douse the flames. Snapshots from the dreaming reel, Float, Snide toward my gated heart. Falling. Slow. Elegant as sonnets torn in cruel haste From the gold-gilded diary of a closet poet.

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Preacher's Son You spoke like a preacher, Marble mouthed messenger Of the rules of your domain. You let your tongue slither words, Voice deep, booming, bass thumping Coursing through my chest, beating. This was your weapon of choice - Each syllable a warning Of what was yet to come. Your pulpit a collection of your vice, Beer bottles, ***** jugs, remnants of snowfalls. You are nothing more than A false idol, And I will no longer cling To your drunk speech Or grovel at your feet. Go crack your hammer hands The ones that nailed my praise-song Shut to my throat to make me meeker But these hands were still free, Free to write silence across your lips And I hope these thoughts pierce you like darts, Like spears of defiance. This is no longer your church, And I no longer your son Worshipping the verbal lashings as Godly, Laudable. No longer seeing bruises as adornments Of unabashed, deep down spooky love.

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Nov 8, 2011

Nov 8, 2011 at 6:42 PM UTC

william-alexander

Preacher's Son You spoke like a preacher, Marble mouthed messenger Of the rules of your domain. You let your tongue slither words, Voice deep, booming, bass thumping Coursing through my chest, beating. This was your weapon of choice - Each syllable a warning Of what was yet to come. Your pulpit a collection of your vice, Beer bottles, ***** jugs, remnants of snowfalls. You are nothing more than A false idol, And I will no longer cling To your drunk speech Or grovel at your feet. Go crack your hammer hands The ones that nailed my praise-song Shut to my throat to make me meeker But these hands were still free, Free to write silence across your lips And I hope these thoughts pierce you like darts, Like spears of defiance. This is no longer your church, And I no longer your son Worshipping the verbal lashings as Godly, Laudable. No longer seeing bruises as adornments Of unabashed, deep down spooky love.

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The chance to blossom, the fear of failing, weighing so heavy on, my broken, encapsulated heart no return, only the desire, lust to prove myself, worthy a candidate, of caliber, meritorious of praise, the extremes, of this bipolar, express, they named it, would surely bring, a cast opened soul, drinking blood, vampire of this night, inspiration from constellations, midnight skies feeding, pleasure, gluttony Tell me, am I laudable is this, my true calling or, am I yet, again, fooling myself, even you, squirrels in the attic, batty, deranged, maniacal, unhinged, unhooked, berserk. © Sia Jane

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Feb 3, 2014

Feb 3, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC

Bats in the belfry

The chance to blossom, the fear of failing, weighing so heavy on, my broken, encapsulated heart no return, only the desire, lust to prove myself, worthy a candidate, of caliber, meritorious of praise, the extremes, of this bipolar, express, they named it, would surely bring, a cast opened soul, drinking blood, vampire of this night, inspiration from constellations, midnight skies feeding, pleasure, gluttony Tell me, am I laudable is this, my true calling or, am I yet, again, fooling myself, even you, squirrels in the attic, batty, deranged, maniacal, unhinged, unhooked, berserk. © Sia Jane

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Whisk, lily limbs, into graciousness, stately - and hate me for being so fallible, fallible, fallible - like such a damnable human. Dare not lay your hands upon me. So well disjointed, appointed a label, told fables and psalms like a whimsical, whimsical, whimsical lie, exorbitant narratives fraught with the stench of decay. And so, disappointed, anointed with thorns, as their horns, and their false tongues so difficult, difficult, difficult, that we can't help but wonder just why we live this way, as your lily limbs spin into spacious transgression. Confessions of laudable symmetry, symmetry, symmetry, broken: you choked on your words as they caught on your breath, and you had nothing left to say.

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Sep 18, 2011

Sep 18, 2011 at 11:40 PM UTC

misadventuresofcrow

Whisk, lily limbs, into graciousness, stately - and hate me for being so fallible, fallible, fallible - like such a damnable human. Dare not lay your hands upon me. So well disjointed, appointed a label, told fables and psalms like a whimsical, whimsical, whimsical lie, exorbitant narratives fraught with the stench of decay. And so, disappointed, anointed with thorns, as their horns, and their false tongues so difficult, difficult, difficult, that we can't help but wonder just why we live this way, as your lily limbs spin into spacious transgression. Confessions of laudable symmetry, symmetry, symmetry, broken: you choked on your words as they caught on your breath, and you had nothing left to say.

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Culminating capacity Daunting density Varying velocity Variable veracity Surging sagacity Divulging diversity Tenable tenacity Laudable audacity Nurturing nicety Progressive propensity Unified university Simple implicitly Ample simplicity Undulating atrocity Unassailable animosity Scaring scarcity Pausing paucity Causing curiosity Generating generosity Magnificent mega-city Multitude of multiplicity Pervading perplexity Wow! City of complexity

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Oct 24, 2014

Oct 24, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC

City of complexity

Culminating capacity Daunting density Varying velocity Variable veracity Surging sagacity Divulging diversity Tenable tenacity Laudable audacity Nurturing nicety Progressive propensity Unified university Simple implicitly Ample simplicity Undulating atrocity Unassailable animosity Scaring scarcity Pausing paucity Causing curiosity Generating generosity Magnificent mega-city Multitude of multiplicity Pervading perplexity Wow! City of complexity

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My sweet tender wife whom I dearly love, Ever strives to keep me on the fine path, And surely merits favor from above, For the restraint of her infrequent wrath. Dealing daily with my incompetence, Which oft is egregious and deplorable, Her aptitude for patience quite immense, And altogether truly laudable. She deserves to be constantly pining, And with her silence speaks unspoken words, That shows her spirit is ever shining, As light and graceful as the songs of birds. Where would I be without my companion? Look for my soul in a dour canyon.

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Jul 30, 2017

Jul 30, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC

A Sonnet To My Wife

My sweet tender wife whom I dearly love, Ever strives to keep me on the fine path, And surely merits favor from above, For the restraint of her infrequent wrath. Dealing daily with my incompetence, Which oft is egregious and deplorable, Her aptitude for patience quite immense, And altogether truly laudable. She deserves to be constantly pining, And with her silence speaks unspoken words, That shows her spirit is ever shining, As light and graceful as the songs of birds. Where would I be without my companion? Look for my soul in a dour canyon.

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Culminating capacity Daunting density Varying velocity Variable veracity Surging sagacity Divulging diversity Tenable tenacity Laudable audacity Nurturing nicety Progressive propensity Unified university Simple implicitly Ample simplicity Undulating atrocity Unassailable animosity Scaring scarcity Pausing paucity Causing curiosity Generating generosity Magnificent mega-city Multitude of multiplicity Wow! City of complexity

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Feb 12, 2015

Feb 12, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC

City of Complexity

Culminating capacity Daunting density Varying velocity Variable veracity Surging sagacity Divulging diversity Tenable tenacity Laudable audacity Nurturing nicety Progressive propensity Unified university Simple implicitly Ample simplicity Undulating atrocity Unassailable animosity Scaring scarcity Pausing paucity Causing curiosity Generating generosity Magnificent mega-city Multitude of multiplicity Wow! City of complexity

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There was an Old Man of the North, Who fell into a basin of broth; But a laudable cook, Fished him out with a hook, Which saved that Old Man of the North.

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There Was An Old Man Of The North

There was an Old Man of the North, Who fell into a basin of broth; But a laudable cook, Fished him out with a hook, Which saved that Old Man of the North.

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Who is the Artist and who is the Man, What differences lay therein? Who is it that struggles more or less, is it a monopoly one over the other? It is in the minds of all men to seek serenity and peace, to stand and hope for this is common to all. Yes, we all have this in common, but the Artist has the tools with which to utter man’s dissent. This dissent to the injustices and violence’s waged upon the world and upon ourselves. However, if the Artist believes that he is inculpable of these same injustices; his beliefs are that of indolence. For the Artist is no different in terms of the flesh and bone we speak of; this cage is inherent to all. Struggle is also inherent. Who is it that has not done so? In this day and age as in most ages past, we have witnessed the violent upheaval of country against country, neighbor against neighbor. Americans and the world have watched towers and airplanes fall from the sky. And while this is agreeably horrific, we enlist and unleash a nationally based reprisal against our fellow human beings. Yes, justice must be served, but it must be served by calm and learned hands. Some nine years later we find ourselves wallowed deep in the decay of war. And to what end has it been justified. The soldier will say that it is to bestow honor upon his fallen comrades and that is why the fight must go on. The politician will say it is to ensure stability in the affected region. The businessman will say it is to regain stability in the markets. But the Man, the Woman and child only ask when will this end? The laid off workers, the new lower class of America, the grieving Mothers and Fathers, the limbless young men and woman. What is it that they see? The world’s future lies wounded upon an uncaring street. And yet, what is it that an artist can do that a man cannot? The artist is a part of the melee, part of this violent soup. He may sit outside the bowl separate from the rest, but he cannot deny his complicity with this. We must come to terms with our humanity as artists. For the artist to deny this would surely be the greatest lie. It is the twenty first century and we are the Writer’s, the artists of this age. What is it that we are prepared to tell the future? What is it that will be said of us and our work? Let us not lie to them, let us not squander our opportunity to convey our perceived truths in the most laudable of lights. However we must all confess that we are first and foremost, Man, simple men and women who struggle, who live, and die, who at times celebrate injustices, who embrace blind thought and bias’s, who breathe and bleed just as they, just as we… We are heartbeat and pulse of these times. But let us not hold that above our brothers and sisters, Let our combined works embrace the common man. For if not for him, Art is meaningless.

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Jan 3, 2011

Jan 3, 2011 at 4:33 PM UTC

william-b-burkholder

Who is the Artist and who is the Man, What differences lay therein? Who is it that struggles more or less, is it a monopoly one over the other? It is in the minds of all men to seek serenity and peace, to stand and hope for this is common to all. Yes, we all have this in common, but the Artist has the tools with which to utter man’s dissent. This dissent to the injustices and violence’s waged upon the world and upon ourselves. However, if the Artist believes that he is inculpable of these same injustices; his beliefs are that of indolence. For the Artist is no different in terms of the flesh and bone we speak of; this cage is inherent to all. Struggle is also inherent. Who is it that has not done so? In this day and age as in most ages past, we have witnessed the violent upheaval of country against country, neighbor against neighbor. Americans and the world have watched towers and airplanes fall from the sky. And while this is agreeably horrific, we enlist and unleash a nationally based reprisal against our fellow human beings. Yes, justice must be served, but it must be served by calm and learned hands. Some nine years later we find ourselves wallowed deep in the decay of war. And to what end has it been justified. The soldier will say that it is to bestow honor upon his fallen comrades and that is why the fight must go on. The politician will say it is to ensure stability in the affected region. The businessman will say it is to regain stability in the markets. But the Man, the Woman and child only ask when will this end? The laid off workers, the new lower class of America, the grieving Mothers and Fathers, the limbless young men and woman. What is it that they see? The world’s future lies wounded upon an uncaring street. And yet, what is it that an artist can do that a man cannot? The artist is a part of the melee, part of this violent soup. He may sit outside the bowl separate from the rest, but he cannot deny his complicity with this. We must come to terms with our humanity as artists. For the artist to deny this would surely be the greatest lie. It is the twenty first century and we are the Writer’s, the artists of this age. What is it that we are prepared to tell the future? What is it that will be said of us and our work? Let us not lie to them, let us not squander our opportunity to convey our perceived truths in the most laudable of lights. However we must all confess that we are first and foremost, Man, simple men and women who struggle, who live, and die, who at times celebrate injustices, who embrace blind thought and bias’s, who breathe and bleed just as they, just as we… We are heartbeat and pulse of these times. But let us not hold that above our brothers and sisters, Let our combined works embrace the common man. For if not for him, Art is meaningless.

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Of all the people I've met in my life, You are the best of all. Whenever I feel ever so short, You tell me that I am tall. You laugh at every single joke, Even if you know them all. You're always standing by my side, And you catch me when I fall. We always sing,laugh and play, All the way throughout the day. At sunset we lay down under the sun, Thinking about our day of fun. I reach for your hand and you grab mine, And I feel your love, oh lovely mother of mine. Now as I lay under dusk's laudable light, I reach slowly for your hand, Hoping you'll grab mine. But you can't because you're under heaven's dawn, Oh lovely mother of mine. You can't because you're gone, Oh lovely mother of mine.

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Jul 19, 2012

Jul 19, 2012 at 11:11 PM UTC

Oh Lovely Mother Of Mine

Of all the people I've met in my life, You are the best of all. Whenever I feel ever so short, You tell me that I am tall. You laugh at every single joke, Even if you know them all. You're always standing by my side, And you catch me when I fall. We always sing,laugh and play, All the way throughout the day. At sunset we lay down under the sun, Thinking about our day of fun. I reach for your hand and you grab mine, And I feel your love, oh lovely mother of mine. Now as I lay under dusk's laudable light, I reach slowly for your hand, Hoping you'll grab mine. But you can't because you're under heaven's dawn, Oh lovely mother of mine. You can't because you're gone, Oh lovely mother of mine.

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Look for me in spite of what you see Stop drifting leeward, keep an eye on the goal Quicken all your senses and tune me in I will do my best to soothe your soul Despite this illusion that is now fooling you I know you and love coming to the rescue The things you’re seeing now aren’t quite the true Each event is perfect from a certain point of view Way past the spectrum range that’s audible Block out the extraneous to get an inner vision Tune in your ears, this frequency is laudable My voice will make the fusion; my eyes will make the fission So before you try to smell the flowers from underneath Before you take that J. Urbonas rollercoaster ride Visualize your picture of the spirit with the wreath And try and try to follow sans pomposity or pride Illusion has within it, a glimmer of the real An imperfect model of what’s there when we break through Don’t be guided only by the feelings that you feel Nor by the coldness of the calculating you

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Apr 10, 2015

Apr 10, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC

Look for me in spite of what you see Stop drifting leeward, keep an eye on the goal Quicken all your senses and tune me in I will do my best to soothe your soul Despite this illusion that is now fooling you I know you and love coming to the rescue The things you’re seeing now aren’t quite the true Each event is perfect from a certain point of view Way past the spectrum range that’s audible Block out the extraneous to get an inner vision Tune in your ears, this frequency is laudable My voice will make the fusion; my eyes will make the fission So before you try to smell the flowers from underneath Before you take that J. Urbonas rollercoaster ride Visualize your picture of the spirit with the wreath And try and try to follow sans pomposity or pride Illusion has within it, a glimmer of the real An imperfect model of what’s there when we break through Don’t be guided only by the feelings that you feel Nor by the coldness of the calculating you

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Dyslexia, mixed messages Everything so confusing Susceptible to misusing; A 'B' becomes a 'D' instantaneously And screws things up simultaneously. A short trip from insanity to inanity. Fiscal confuses with physical Turning laudable into laughable So quickly eyes can't disguise Whether one means the skies Or perhaps one means this guy's. If read, confusion and contusion Seem like quibbling over siblings But things like read and read Only different when they're said Take un-signalled turns in the head And instead come out backward, Which should be spelled backword. Muddling and confuddling resides Issuing thundering broadsides, Rendering and sundering any Blundering inadept ineptitudes Like some kind of garbled beatitudes. Some take hostile attitudes. Wheedling and wheeling away Beetling and saying it wrong; Maybe a song can be written And some tongues can be bitten, Taken aback by words taken back, As the Raven said "Never more!"

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Dec 24, 2016

Dec 24, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC

SHOOTING GARBLE MARBLES

Dyslexia, mixed messages Everything so confusing Susceptible to misusing; A 'B' becomes a 'D' instantaneously And screws things up simultaneously. A short trip from insanity to inanity. Fiscal confuses with physical Turning laudable into laughable So quickly eyes can't disguise Whether one means the skies Or perhaps one means this guy's. If read, confusion and contusion Seem like quibbling over siblings But things like read and read Only different when they're said Take un-signalled turns in the head And instead come out backward, Which should be spelled backword. Muddling and confuddling resides Issuing thundering broadsides, Rendering and sundering any Blundering inadept ineptitudes Like some kind of garbled beatitudes. Some take hostile attitudes. Wheedling and wheeling away Beetling and saying it wrong; Maybe a song can be written And some tongues can be bitten, Taken aback by words taken back, As the Raven said "Never more!"

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Arduous art thy times? Spanish traveler, Thy eyes are teared, Makeup smeared, For I shalt wipe them with arcane kisses... Art thou desolate? A forgotten innocent, For thy renaissance is coming, Thy voice I want to heareth humming, Wilt thou except mine call? Caramel skinned fair one, Beam to the sun, Replenisher of one, Me...the one thyself uplifts!!! Veracity here dont miss!!! Thou art recondite to many, Yet to me thou giveth plenty, Thou art a hundred, To every Penny, Thy beneficence I do see!!! If I could id take thy pain, Along with all thy Spanish rain, I'd throne thou as queen To all thy dreams, Like Cinderella mine dear!!! I'd find thou thy prince I would gloss thy soul With happiness, I'd take thy sullen worries in maverick of ways, Queen of god, queen of conundrum place!!! I'd feel thy skin, And warm thy bones, I'd walk next beside thou, In emptied roads Crucified for thou, taking thy pain in nail form! Id appease thou with roses, Rub thy feet in fine tinker, A neck message like liquor, And ourn fingers would be locked Instantaneously space jolted!!! I would stare through thine marbles as no other, Be thine kin Significant other Aren't friends there for eachother? Queen of spicy roots!!! Thou art a euphony with writings, And thine mind So enticing Thy inventions much laudable As I soak in thy suds!!! To thou I'd make a novel For no worries Nor any sorrows Rest today Id come tomorrow, in dreamlike apparition!!! For thou I would cook, I would hide amongst thy books Like two felons Diverse crooks Innovate ourn own genes.... Virtuoso of volition woes, Take mine shirt We'll rest on snow Nostalgia thou shalt not want When thou will rest thy head in mine lap!!! A fertile bed A comfy nap Primal beings Angelic trapped One mellifluous ******** bomb!!! I'd pull thou close Take off ourn shoes I'll gallop far For me and thou I'll make it queen, make it somehow!! We shalt be magnanimous under the moon!!! Well magnate as creatures Of lost lagoon Well douse in hot concentration!!! Thou art alone Mine lonely goddess One of love And old time knowledge For Its strange Thou I've felt as if I've known thou for one thousand lifetimes before!!!!! Mi amour'

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May 30, 2015

May 30, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC

Spains dearth of cryptic ardent!!!!

Arduous art thy times? Spanish traveler, Thy eyes are teared, Makeup smeared, For I shalt wipe them with arcane kisses... Art thou desolate? A forgotten innocent, For thy renaissance is coming, Thy voice I want to heareth humming, Wilt thou except mine call? Caramel skinned fair one, Beam to the sun, Replenisher of one, Me...the one thyself uplifts!!! Veracity here dont miss!!! Thou art recondite to many, Yet to me thou giveth plenty, Thou art a hundred, To every Penny, Thy beneficence I do see!!! If I could id take thy pain, Along with all thy Spanish rain, I'd throne thou as queen To all thy dreams, Like Cinderella mine dear!!! I'd find thou thy prince I would gloss thy soul With happiness, I'd take thy sullen worries in maverick of ways, Queen of god, queen of conundrum place!!! I'd feel thy skin, And warm thy bones, I'd walk next beside thou, In emptied roads Crucified for thou, taking thy pain in nail form! Id appease thou with roses, Rub thy feet in fine tinker, A neck message like liquor, And ourn fingers would be locked Instantaneously space jolted!!! I would stare through thine marbles as no other, Be thine kin Significant other Aren't friends there for eachother? Queen of spicy roots!!! Thou art a euphony with writings, And thine mind So enticing Thy inventions much laudable As I soak in thy suds!!! To thou I'd make a novel For no worries Nor any sorrows Rest today Id come tomorrow, in dreamlike apparition!!! For thou I would cook, I would hide amongst thy books Like two felons Diverse crooks Innovate ourn own genes.... Virtuoso of volition woes, Take mine shirt We'll rest on snow Nostalgia thou shalt not want When thou will rest thy head in mine lap!!! A fertile bed A comfy nap Primal beings Angelic trapped One mellifluous ******** bomb!!! I'd pull thou close Take off ourn shoes I'll gallop far For me and thou I'll make it queen, make it somehow!! We shalt be magnanimous under the moon!!! Well magnate as creatures Of lost lagoon Well douse in hot concentration!!! Thou art alone Mine lonely goddess One of love And old time knowledge For Its strange Thou I've felt as if I've known thou for one thousand lifetimes before!!!!! Mi amour'

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I see the body there Their agonies all share And express that they care The death they could not bear They curse the Air Saying leaving is unfair They feel that loss is a nightmare They pray for God to repair To cremate the body they prepare They sympathize with the body's pair To treat the body as God they dare All hearts the sad scenes tear Time to stay they generously spare Such sympathy was very rare This I can strongly declare My pains were to all fall of hair About my pitiable plight all were aware O- Human beings- Please be beware During my living you all gave a scare Now love you kindly wear Not knowing I went where When I was available I found living impossible Though I was capable My problems were incurable The World was responsible For making my life unmanageable I was facing severe trouble But the World was not helpfully reliable For my downfall, World was liable They made my life terrible Though my condition was horrible And I looked meek and pitiable They found me to live unsuitable My credentials were to them doubtable My peace was just like that lootable Though my malady was treatable They made it appear formidable In spite of my actions being laudable They commented that I was insensible After end, I am to all of them agreeable O- Human beings- You are incorrigible. M V VENKATARAMAN

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Apr 27, 2010

Apr 27, 2010 at 3:13 AM UTC

Infernal World's Act During Funeral

I see the body there Their agonies all share And express that they care The death they could not bear They curse the Air Saying leaving is unfair They feel that loss is a nightmare They pray for God to repair To cremate the body they prepare They sympathize with the body's pair To treat the body as God they dare All hearts the sad scenes tear Time to stay they generously spare Such sympathy was very rare This I can strongly declare My pains were to all fall of hair About my pitiable plight all were aware O- Human beings- Please be beware During my living you all gave a scare Now love you kindly wear Not knowing I went where When I was available I found living impossible Though I was capable My problems were incurable The World was responsible For making my life unmanageable I was facing severe trouble But the World was not helpfully reliable For my downfall, World was liable They made my life terrible Though my condition was horrible And I looked meek and pitiable They found me to live unsuitable My credentials were to them doubtable My peace was just like that lootable Though my malady was treatable They made it appear formidable In spite of my actions being laudable They commented that I was insensible After end, I am to all of them agreeable O- Human beings- You are incorrigible. M V VENKATARAMAN

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I've solaced by you I treasure your amour I know you dote upon me A blessed feeling! A wave of bliss is blowing in every nook and cranny I become soulful My mind is bubbling over with this romantic comedy I'm trying to speak But I'm silent My eyes are telling you the truth I'm thrilled with joy by fits and starts This starlit time is luminescence May the time stop flying! The allaying fatigue and mitigating sorrow time Please, don't fly! Let's have a candlelit dinner Let's go for a long drive Let's have a barbecue Let's cut a cake and celebrate My heart desires for festivity Now, I'm free from stress and difficulties I'm smoothly spending time I never felt so light and buoyant before The time is laudable

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Aug 11, 2021

Aug 11, 2021 at 3:12 AM UTC

I've solaced by you I treasure your amour I know you dote upon me A blessed feeling! A wave of bliss is blowing in every nook and cranny I become soulful My mind is bubbling over with this romantic comedy I'm trying to speak But I'm silent My eyes are telling you the truth I'm thrilled with joy by fits and starts This starlit time is luminescence May the time stop flying! The allaying fatigue and mitigating sorrow time Please, don't fly! Let's have a candlelit dinner Let's go for a long drive Let's have a barbecue Let's cut a cake and celebrate My heart desires for festivity Now, I'm free from stress and difficulties I'm smoothly spending time I never felt so light and buoyant before The time is laudable

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Ad infinitum embroiled in another waking moment with a bated breath nothing like this day inclined only to obfuscate its meaningless joy of seeing yourself in a pond swimmingly doubling the inertia of the koi the day constricting within the verdigris ready to seal shut in hermetic this vermillion eye to wake up into a long-held confrontation of what this system closes in a document why bother this validation when valedictory Ad nauseam why bother this confrontation when disappearance this space much like a long-held performance if concert is hermetic in front of a nonchalant audience laudable with no sound, an untranslatable music unhinged from the inherent risk of felling an inert day struggling like koi trapped in a pond seeking what it is to transcend or the multiplied joy of seeing yourself meaningless ready for an eye to be caught in a monotonously claustrophobic loins of a tremulous middleground with no possible agreement other than: this potentially demands an end when beginning you are lionized to a fault, repeated, trite: what for?

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Jun 3, 2016

Jun 3, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC

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Cheapshots from the trite

Ad infinitum embroiled in another waking moment with a bated breath nothing like this day inclined only to obfuscate its meaningless joy of seeing yourself in a pond swimmingly doubling the inertia of the koi the day constricting within the verdigris ready to seal shut in hermetic this vermillion eye to wake up into a long-held confrontation of what this system closes in a document why bother this validation when valedictory Ad nauseam why bother this confrontation when disappearance this space much like a long-held performance if concert is hermetic in front of a nonchalant audience laudable with no sound, an untranslatable music unhinged from the inherent risk of felling an inert day struggling like koi trapped in a pond seeking what it is to transcend or the multiplied joy of seeing yourself meaningless ready for an eye to be caught in a monotonously claustrophobic loins of a tremulous middleground with no possible agreement other than: this potentially demands an end when beginning you are lionized to a fault, repeated, trite: what for?

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The pervading glumness of this dead air Ideally filled with wailful tunes As if a carnival or a fair With lively and colorful balloons The greyness of this noiseless strife Quiet enough for one to hear The rhythmic bass of life And to come to grips with fear Nary a caw of the crow heard, Searching for a snack The noises of a carrion bird Are not enough to break this lack Nary a thing is audible Save the busy humming of the mind And while the desire is laudable Peace, noises cannot find The life bringing silence Spawning thoughts and ideas In order to escape the noisy violence And to go to a noiseless panacea To embrace the unwanted mellow Is to accept the mind for itself It’s never truly quiet with you as your fellow So long as you don’t leave your thoughts on the shelf

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Jan 11, 2015

Jan 11, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC

The pervading glumness of this dead air Ideally filled with wailful tunes As if a carnival or a fair With lively and colorful balloons The greyness of this noiseless strife Quiet enough for one to hear The rhythmic bass of life And to come to grips with fear Nary a caw of the crow heard, Searching for a snack The noises of a carrion bird Are not enough to break this lack Nary a thing is audible Save the busy humming of the mind And while the desire is laudable Peace, noises cannot find The life bringing silence Spawning thoughts and ideas In order to escape the noisy violence And to go to a noiseless panacea To embrace the unwanted mellow Is to accept the mind for itself It’s never truly quiet with you as your fellow So long as you don’t leave your thoughts on the shelf

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Laudable, fine, upstanding folk. Year on year they shoulder the yolk. Illustrious and kind, Noble and refined, Genial, with no wish to provoke. Sincere as sincere as can be. Honest – well, as honest as me. Intelligent and witty, Trustworthy and gritty. Shame all this is pure fantasy.

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Oct 27, 2014

Oct 27, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC

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Laudable, fine, upstanding folk. Year on year they shoulder the yolk. Illustrious and kind, Noble and refined, Genial, with no wish to provoke. Sincere as sincere as can be. Honest – well, as honest as me. Intelligent and witty, Trustworthy and gritty. Shame all this is pure fantasy.

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Anonymous happenings of amour Unexpectedly saturated my psyche I had collapsed within the clasp Of a strikingly luxurious beauty She possessed the voice of a deity That cradled and swayed me fervently I nuzzled like a helpless infant yearning For the serene brush of her lyrics floating Into the depths of my ears, entertaining me On a level that no musician has taken me before Her opulent lullabies trek across the midnight skies Educing infinite collections of laudable appraisals The supersonic sounds of her tantalizing melodies Hypnotize my senses to widely varying degrees Leaving me in awe as my jaws sink with astonishment Her beloved tunes will reside within my heart forever

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Aug 27, 2011

Aug 27, 2011 at 1:21 PM UTC

Anonymous happenings of amour Unexpectedly saturated my psyche I had collapsed within the clasp Of a strikingly luxurious beauty She possessed the voice of a deity That cradled and swayed me fervently I nuzzled like a helpless infant yearning For the serene brush of her lyrics floating Into the depths of my ears, entertaining me On a level that no musician has taken me before Her opulent lullabies trek across the midnight skies Educing infinite collections of laudable appraisals The supersonic sounds of her tantalizing melodies Hypnotize my senses to widely varying degrees Leaving me in awe as my jaws sink with astonishment Her beloved tunes will reside within my heart forever

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A yet known lottery buyer has a ticket in his possession that entitles him or her to $336 million dollars. I wish this person well, that the money itself will be the source of extinguishing all future thoughts of money. That this new found wealth will be a sustained source of personal growth and fulfillment. To accomplish this laudable goal will require a carefully laid out plan. Should you not have the requisite skill set, Then let me be the first of many To offer you my professional services.

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Feb 13, 2012

Feb 13, 2012 at 10:48 AM UTC

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A yet known lottery buyer has a ticket in his possession that entitles him or her to $336 million dollars. I wish this person well, that the money itself will be the source of extinguishing all future thoughts of money. That this new found wealth will be a sustained source of personal growth and fulfillment. To accomplish this laudable goal will require a carefully laid out plan. Should you not have the requisite skill set, Then let me be the first of many To offer you my professional services.

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Mach my words, that time travel aye foresee (rather than being at a stand still, nee frozen analogous to cry oh ja hen nicks, or more particularly going backwards) this chap doth espy great breakthroughs, asper similar advances this guy i.e. myself witnesses quantum leaps I learn (reading The University Of Penn Gazette) the Burmese doctoral engineering student Kai Sir Von Wilhelm Harris made profound advances within advanced combined research laboratory of rocket surgery and brain science set my mouth ajar (with rivulets of drool spilling forth) constructing a simple to assemble gizmo (avail able common household materials rendered unto YouTube), and/or Cable Comcast, Fios, Infosys, et cetera which accidental discovery automatically codified feign top secret "FAKE" news to enable boot (simply for formality sake) code named Clark Gable yet in reality (a faux veil of secrecy) to con Vince sing lee foster an inimitable mystique, button truth for general public to unzip noble no red bull) knowable handy escape to past or future and essentially unlocked laudable simple "household solution" to become the latest craze (synonymous with an ****** - manageable minus addiction, conviction, and excruciation viz zit operable via needle marks of the masses within a fortnight necessary supplies sans quantifiable while Das Donald Trump could enact legislation satisfiable knowing majority being totally tubularly oblivious unalterable measures permanently infringing on inalienable rights such as life, liberty and the pursuit of winnable pacification.

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Mar 23, 2018

Mar 23, 2018 at 2:20 AM UTC

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Mach my words, that time travel aye foresee (rather than being at a stand still, nee frozen analogous to cry oh ja hen nicks, or more particularly going backwards) this chap doth espy great breakthroughs, asper similar advances this guy i.e. myself witnesses quantum leaps I learn (reading The University Of Penn Gazette) the Burmese doctoral engineering student Kai Sir Von Wilhelm Harris made profound advances within advanced combined research laboratory of rocket surgery and brain science set my mouth ajar (with rivulets of drool spilling forth) constructing a simple to assemble gizmo (avail able common household materials rendered unto YouTube), and/or Cable Comcast, Fios, Infosys, et cetera which accidental discovery automatically codified feign top secret "FAKE" news to enable boot (simply for formality sake) code named Clark Gable yet in reality (a faux veil of secrecy) to con Vince sing lee foster an inimitable mystique, button truth for general public to unzip noble no red bull) knowable handy escape to past or future and essentially unlocked laudable simple "household solution" to become the latest craze (synonymous with an ****** - manageable minus addiction, conviction, and excruciation viz zit operable via needle marks of the masses within a fortnight necessary supplies sans quantifiable while Das Donald Trump could enact legislation satisfiable knowing majority being totally tubularly oblivious unalterable measures permanently infringing on inalienable rights such as life, liberty and the pursuit of winnable pacification.

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What do pirate captains and popes have in common What separates a King from a prince or a Queen from a princess can you guess well I can Its head-ware the cap a mighty fine hat or a crown you may have army's or the adoration of millions but true power stems from a hat Obviously not your common hat a big one or very expensive is a must If your hat is small or shabby you will find yourself in a sad position not laudable but laughable.

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Jul 9, 2015

Jul 9, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC

the power of the hat

What do pirate captains and popes have in common What separates a King from a prince or a Queen from a princess can you guess well I can Its head-ware the cap a mighty fine hat or a crown you may have army's or the adoration of millions but true power stems from a hat Obviously not your common hat a big one or very expensive is a must If your hat is small or shabby you will find yourself in a sad position not laudable but laughable.

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