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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
maxneumann
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From the woodlands of Madagascar To the highlands of Ethiopia Dwell nine species of lovebirds. Their genus name is Agapornis, From the Greek agape (love) and ornis (birds). The French call them Les inséperables While affection between compatible pairs Can be a joy to behold, Lovebirds can be quite territorial And will defend their nest. Sexually dimorphic they mate for life. Like all parrots they need to be well Socialized and taken care of. They  are very vocal, making loud High-pitched noises, especially In the early morning time. Stocky little birds With short blunt tails You can hold them In the palms of your hands. They love to snuggle, They love to preen. Happy birds: together.
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Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
nigel-morgan
Les Inséperables
From the woodlands of Madagascar To the highlands of Ethiopia Dwell nine species of lovebirds. Their genus name is Agapornis, From the Greek agape (love) and ornis (birds). The French call them Les inséperables While affection between compatible pairs Can be a joy to behold, Lovebirds can be quite territorial And will defend their nest. Sexually dimorphic they mate for life. Like all parrots they need to be well Socialized and taken care of. They  are very vocal, making loud High-pitched noises, especially In the early morning time. Stocky little birds With short blunt tails You can hold them In the palms of your hands. They love to snuggle, They love to preen. Happy birds: together.
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Algeria a rich land poor people, Angola seems to have kings, Benin is blessed with voodoo, Botswana blood bulls diamonds, Burkina Faso can't cope coups, Burundi twelve years a slave, Cape Verde has half a million, Cameroon got cocoa, Chad's lake is shrinking, Comoros has under a million, DRC is third largest, Congo is it's neighbour with capitals facing, Côte d'Ivoire has few elephants, Djibouti's on the horn, Egypt has mummy's, Equatorial guinea struck oil in 95 but didn't loose change, Eritrea has 5000 running annually, Ethiopia's great rift is pretty ****** Gabon is subject to black gold, Gambia got a peace of it after 65, Great Ghana oasis of peace, Guinea is diverse, Bissau too, Kenyans have beautiful smiles, Lesotho is SA's baby, Liberia oldest republic, Libya needs liberty, Madagascar where are the penguins! Malawi has warm hearts, Mali is 8th, Mauritania is 11th, Mauritius marvel, Morocco fine leather, Mozambique keeps the dugongs, Namibia Windhoek ah, Niger after a river, Nigeria makes zuma rock, Rwanda listen, Sao tome and principe 2nd smallest, Senegoals, She sells Seychelles, Sierra Leone free? Somalia loose, S. Africa reign, South Sudan independent? Sudan - black, Swaziland more than solo men, Tanzania trade, Togo up down, Two knees yeah, Uganda teacher come simeon, Zambia's peace? Zimbabwe got rid of Mugabe. Always thought zed was co.za but we're actually co.zm, so what's zim? One way we'll loose change is when the overseers begin to acknowledge the under looked. -nyanta
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Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
nyant
AFRICA
Algeria a rich land poor people, Angola seems to have kings, Benin is blessed with voodoo, Botswana blood bulls diamonds, Burkina Faso can't cope coups, Burundi twelve years a slave, Cape Verde has half a million, Cameroon got cocoa, Chad's lake is shrinking, Comoros has under a million, DRC is third largest, Congo is it's neighbour with capitals facing, Côte d'Ivoire has few elephants, Djibouti's on the horn, Egypt has mummy's, Equatorial guinea struck oil in 95 but didn't loose change, Eritrea has 5000 running annually, Ethiopia's great rift is pretty ****** Gabon is subject to black gold, Gambia got a peace of it after 65, Great Ghana oasis of peace, Guinea is diverse, Bissau too, Kenyans have beautiful smiles, Lesotho is SA's baby, Liberia oldest republic, Libya needs liberty, Madagascar where are the penguins! Malawi has warm hearts, Mali is 8th, Mauritania is 11th, Mauritius marvel, Morocco fine leather, Mozambique keeps the dugongs, Namibia Windhoek ah, Niger after a river, Nigeria makes zuma rock, Rwanda listen, Sao tome and principe 2nd smallest, Senegoals, She sells Seychelles, Sierra Leone free? Somalia loose, S. Africa reign, South Sudan independent? Sudan - black, Swaziland more than solo men, Tanzania trade, Togo up down, Two knees yeah, Uganda teacher come simeon, Zambia's peace? Zimbabwe got rid of Mugabe. Always thought zed was co.za but we're actually co.zm, so what's zim? One way we'll loose change is when the overseers begin to acknowledge the under looked. -nyanta
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Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa What's in Africa? What's there to see? I asked myself on the New Year's eve I thought that I was good in geography But I didn't know Lagos or Nairobi I might be ignorant, I have to admit About Africa I knew just a little bit The great Sahara - sands of mystery! The Nile river - so much history! Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Namibia, Nigeria, Niger, Angola, Algeria Burundi, Benin and Libya, Lesotho and Liberia Burkina-Faso, Botswana, Guinea-Bissau, Ghana Djibouti, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Uganda, Rwanda, Gambia I saw a film on Serengeti Park A one of a kind, a must-see landmark I watched a documentary on pyramids of Giza They're much much older than Mona Lisa I heard that oldest coffee plants Take their roots in Ethiopia's land And that samba, rumba, funk and jazz Take their beats from African drums Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa Cameroon and Congo, Malawi, Mali, Morocco Côte d'Ivoire and Kenya, Mauritius, Mauritania Tunisia, Tanzania, Eswatini, Eritrea Sudan, Senegal, Somalia, Sierra Leone, South Sudan You can travel around cities of Africa Like Cape Town, Cairo or Casablanca If you're in love or plan to be Go to Zanzibar, feel that ocean breeze! Climb up mount Kilimanjaro Watch the zebras cross the Masai Mara If you're adventurous, you're a dreamer Take a wild trip down Zambezi river Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Comoros, Chad, Cabo Verde, Democratic Republic of Congo Ethiopia, Egypt, Guinea, Gabon, Equatorial Guinea and Togo Madagascar, Mozambique, Central African Republic Sao Tome and Principe, South Africa and Seychelles Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland, I'm on my way to Africa!
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May 3, 2022
May 3, 2022 at 7:33 PM UTC
aidar-omar
Africa is Beautiful
Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa What's in Africa? What's there to see? I asked myself on the New Year's eve I thought that I was good in geography But I didn't know Lagos or Nairobi I might be ignorant, I have to admit About Africa I knew just a little bit The great Sahara - sands of mystery! The Nile river - so much history! Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Namibia, Nigeria, Niger, Angola, Algeria Burundi, Benin and Libya, Lesotho and Liberia Burkina-Faso, Botswana, Guinea-Bissau, Ghana Djibouti, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Uganda, Rwanda, Gambia I saw a film on Serengeti Park A one of a kind, a must-see landmark I watched a documentary on pyramids of Giza They're much much older than Mona Lisa I heard that oldest coffee plants Take their roots in Ethiopia's land And that samba, rumba, funk and jazz Take their beats from African drums Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa Cameroon and Congo, Malawi, Mali, Morocco Côte d'Ivoire and Kenya, Mauritius, Mauritania Tunisia, Tanzania, Eswatini, Eritrea Sudan, Senegal, Somalia, Sierra Leone, South Sudan You can travel around cities of Africa Like Cape Town, Cairo or Casablanca If you're in love or plan to be Go to Zanzibar, feel that ocean breeze! Climb up mount Kilimanjaro Watch the zebras cross the Masai Mara If you're adventurous, you're a dreamer Take a wild trip down Zambezi river Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Comoros, Chad, Cabo Verde, Democratic Republic of Congo Ethiopia, Egypt, Guinea, Gabon, Equatorial Guinea and Togo Madagascar, Mozambique, Central African Republic Sao Tome and Principe, South Africa and Seychelles Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland, I'm on my way to Africa!
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Our trajectory is unknowable, you tell me: the planet corkscrews around the Sun, sure, but the Sun corkscrews around a black hole at the heart of the Milky Way, and our whole galaxy travels on some mysterious, incalculable vector. But sister, I saw a photograph in which two whale sharks were brought to heel by men in simple reed boats just off the coast of the Philippines. All that they had to do was often feed the sharks many gallons of grocery-store frozen shrimp, poured from plastic garbage bags into their yawning six-foot maws to portside. Gargantuan, sure, but still as obedient and eager for food as backyard squirrels. I remembered a grainy internet video—I saw it probably seven or eight years back—in which a captured whale shark was winched ashore in Madagascar, or maybe it was the Philippines again—no matter— the thing still had life left in it and struggled to breathe while a crowd of people gathered around—there were women carrying babies, girls holding baskets atop their heads—and then the men came with a long slender blade and sliced clean through the whale’s spine, vivisected it right there on the dock, and the onlookers stood there quite unfazed—I remember being shocked at the effortlessness of the cut, the pinkness of the whale’s blood, and the boredom in the onlookers’ eyes. Our father took us down to San Antonio on one of his business trips there when we were five or six—I think you were probably too young to remember it— it was when you and I saw the ocean for the first time. We drove down to the Gulf of Mexico, and we saw waves breaking out near the horizon in pale sunlight. I kept scanning for a dorsal fin off beyond the breakers, thinking that I might spot one— sandy brown, mottled with cream spots and glistening—so that I might be able to say to you, pointing, “look, sister, there is a whale shark!” Years later we would learn that he traveled down to San Antonio so frequently because he was a philanderer. As a child I believed that whale sharks crisscrossed the ocean following paths that we couldn’t fathom, that their concerns were somehow beyond our comprehension, but then Keppler pinned down the shape of the Earth’s orbit over four hundred years ago, and the lives of ancient sea titans are sundered effortlessly by men with indifferent faces.
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Sep 22, 2023
Sep 22, 2023 at 2:27 AM UTC
Ira-Desmond
By men with indifferent faces
Our trajectory is unknowable, you tell me: the planet corkscrews around the Sun, sure, but the Sun corkscrews around a black hole at the heart of the Milky Way, and our whole galaxy travels on some mysterious, incalculable vector. But sister, I saw a photograph in which two whale sharks were brought to heel by men in simple reed boats just off the coast of the Philippines. All that they had to do was often feed the sharks many gallons of grocery-store frozen shrimp, poured from plastic garbage bags into their yawning six-foot maws to portside. Gargantuan, sure, but still as obedient and eager for food as backyard squirrels. I remembered a grainy internet video—I saw it probably seven or eight years back—in which a captured whale shark was winched ashore in Madagascar, or maybe it was the Philippines again—no matter— the thing still had life left in it and struggled to breathe while a crowd of people gathered around—there were women carrying babies, girls holding baskets atop their heads—and then the men came with a long slender blade and sliced clean through the whale’s spine, vivisected it right there on the dock, and the onlookers stood there quite unfazed—I remember being shocked at the effortlessness of the cut, the pinkness of the whale’s blood, and the boredom in the onlookers’ eyes. Our father took us down to San Antonio on one of his business trips there when we were five or six—I think you were probably too young to remember it— it was when you and I saw the ocean for the first time. We drove down to the Gulf of Mexico, and we saw waves breaking out near the horizon in pale sunlight. I kept scanning for a dorsal fin off beyond the breakers, thinking that I might spot one— sandy brown, mottled with cream spots and glistening—so that I might be able to say to you, pointing, “look, sister, there is a whale shark!” Years later we would learn that he traveled down to San Antonio so frequently because he was a philanderer. As a child I believed that whale sharks crisscrossed the ocean following paths that we couldn’t fathom, that their concerns were somehow beyond our comprehension, but then Keppler pinned down the shape of the Earth’s orbit over four hundred years ago, and the lives of ancient sea titans are sundered effortlessly by men with indifferent faces.
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I am captivated by a thought of old Yeller in the streets of Madagascar. Shot me dead indeed for standing up to digs of my deeds done wrong. But what of his Sister, and did he miss her for fiesta on Friday last~Until a droopy~eyed mistress crooned a cock~a~doodle~doo straight against the face of death. They loved Prima, come subtle still life into the night.  Brought Passion'd brink of tears, thrown forlorn wisping shutter to my skin and I am Thought.. thinking I migh'nt be lost to soon to this moment mi'amour. Charging hunted into the streets, taken by day or by night. Overrated artform of statuesque mystique, compendium of gods have struck me mortal and I am Death...dying unto pleasures infinitum. Quell into question the material mourning, noon and night. Antidote to antithesis is Imagination...imagining everything in nothingness all at once...banging out existence, through the vacuum...all the way to Madagascar. Take my place, take my bullet for me on the other end of old Yeller and I will take your end on the other side... of You ...being Me.
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC
NuurSeraph
Madagascar
I am captivated by a thought of old Yeller in the streets of Madagascar. Shot me dead indeed for standing up to digs of my deeds done wrong. But what of his Sister, and did he miss her for fiesta on Friday last~Until a droopy~eyed mistress crooned a cock~a~doodle~doo straight against the face of death. They loved Prima, come subtle still life into the night.  Brought Passion'd brink of tears, thrown forlorn wisping shutter to my skin and I am Thought.. thinking I migh'nt be lost to soon to this moment mi'amour. Charging hunted into the streets, taken by day or by night. Overrated artform of statuesque mystique, compendium of gods have struck me mortal and I am Death...dying unto pleasures infinitum. Quell into question the material mourning, noon and night. Antidote to antithesis is Imagination...imagining everything in nothingness all at once...banging out existence, through the vacuum...all the way to Madagascar. Take my place, take my bullet for me on the other end of old Yeller and I will take your end on the other side... of You ...being Me.
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-------------------- When red ran from the sand. From the depths, rose a creature quite old. Solemn and slow, not a care to be bold It anchored itself, and gave no expression The strength of its shell, shook in depressions Tall extensions: its lifeblood, its protection. Found scattered, on its shell, in cert’n sections. The pride of Madagascar—the creature by name— Are Rosewood and Ebony now mangled and maimed. -------------------- When red ran from his hand. Trees are felled, and the humans displace: Lemurs are losing, they can’t find their space. Hear the creature wail, its shell echoes with grief— The sounds of its guests, find little relief. For its pride is valued, and cut for a price Hard decisions made—it is life’s device. Wooden splinters bite back trading flesh to save flesh. Living masses are caught in our culture’s great mesh. --------------------- When red in hand and land. Oceans to flood, new depths to behold Our desires to fill, balk: “Don’t let them fold!” She tires of our, meandering session;              Beating-out paths, to varied oppressions. Laugh at the onslaught, of one great convection! As humans propel, in that direction… In all this, Gaia shrugs, naked-apes are to blame. Fruiting, of hand and land, need-be one and the same! ---------------------
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
Koggeki
Gaia's Shrug
-------------------- When red ran from the sand. From the depths, rose a creature quite old. Solemn and slow, not a care to be bold It anchored itself, and gave no expression The strength of its shell, shook in depressions Tall extensions: its lifeblood, its protection. Found scattered, on its shell, in cert’n sections. The pride of Madagascar—the creature by name— Are Rosewood and Ebony now mangled and maimed. -------------------- When red ran from his hand. Trees are felled, and the humans displace: Lemurs are losing, they can’t find their space. Hear the creature wail, its shell echoes with grief— The sounds of its guests, find little relief. For its pride is valued, and cut for a price Hard decisions made—it is life’s device. Wooden splinters bite back trading flesh to save flesh. Living masses are caught in our culture’s great mesh. --------------------- When red in hand and land. Oceans to flood, new depths to behold Our desires to fill, balk: “Don’t let them fold!” She tires of our, meandering session;              Beating-out paths, to varied oppressions. Laugh at the onslaught, of one great convection! As humans propel, in that direction… In all this, Gaia shrugs, naked-apes are to blame. Fruiting, of hand and land, need-be one and the same! ---------------------
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*Chambord recollections,    exhaling smoky vapors, wisps of  Madagascar aromatics midst a French Château dream,   dipped in honeysuckle reminisces   of cardamom spice and the pungent zest of once 'neath a midnight legend*
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
poetessa-diabolical
Chambord recollections
*Chambord recollections,    exhaling smoky vapors, wisps of  Madagascar aromatics midst a French Château dream,   dipped in honeysuckle reminisces   of cardamom spice and the pungent zest of once 'neath a midnight legend*
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Il y a des personne qui pour un court instant, comme un petit papillon de Madagascar, peuvent vous sourie et satisfaire avec une innocence bienveillante si naturelle qu’on ne trouve dans aucun endroit ou presque : hammam de luxe ! Il y a des temples enfouis si inouïe qui illumine ma galaxie et te demande, pour guide.… Oh, steppes arides Mexicaines, mes séculaires puits désert, mes horizons abandonné prés d’ Himalaya qui cherche routard et vie avec. Huile brulés et larmes séché, enfance volé, démon si prés ne te demande rien : que guide. Il y à toujours pour nous, les doigts d’une main dans une caresse sublime, parce que tes bras, courre devant moi, : Ne t’arête pas, car ton sourire éclate le jade dans blanc si minérale, parfum dans vert sapin, j’irrigue ainsi et je cultive.Je donne la vie pour que tout ça, anime esprit, Himalaya, donne confiance dans mon éveille,voyage sans fin et vagabonde, les haut plateaux du thé : « Marquise du haut : regard tout bas ! » Suis ce fou errant, pour avant ce sale gamin à qui personne dessine : Ton danse présent pollen mon sens et dans ma voix, je cour couleur de pluie sur ciel pour toi, libérer mes ailles, un jour pour soie si fine, que tu vêtis dans robe hammam , dans Innocence marré Mexique qui Guides ce vol -Vien dans le mien, illumines ! ALEXANDRE STARK
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 7:04 AM UTC
alexandre-stark
Le Vole Illumine !
Il y a des personne qui pour un court instant, comme un petit papillon de Madagascar, peuvent vous sourie et satisfaire avec une innocence bienveillante si naturelle qu’on ne trouve dans aucun endroit ou presque : hammam de luxe ! Il y a des temples enfouis si inouïe qui illumine ma galaxie et te demande, pour guide.… Oh, steppes arides Mexicaines, mes séculaires puits désert, mes horizons abandonné prés d’ Himalaya qui cherche routard et vie avec. Huile brulés et larmes séché, enfance volé, démon si prés ne te demande rien : que guide. Il y à toujours pour nous, les doigts d’une main dans une caresse sublime, parce que tes bras, courre devant moi, : Ne t’arête pas, car ton sourire éclate le jade dans blanc si minérale, parfum dans vert sapin, j’irrigue ainsi et je cultive.Je donne la vie pour que tout ça, anime esprit, Himalaya, donne confiance dans mon éveille,voyage sans fin et vagabonde, les haut plateaux du thé : « Marquise du haut : regard tout bas ! » Suis ce fou errant, pour avant ce sale gamin à qui personne dessine : Ton danse présent pollen mon sens et dans ma voix, je cour couleur de pluie sur ciel pour toi, libérer mes ailles, un jour pour soie si fine, que tu vêtis dans robe hammam , dans Innocence marré Mexique qui Guides ce vol -Vien dans le mien, illumines ! ALEXANDRE STARK
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A little girl staying up past my bed time, Watching TV from behind the couch, torturing snails in my spare time, playing barbies with the neighborhood boys. I am an angst-y teenager, driving to outrun a broken heart, with a guy in a penguin suit up front, and a hysterical audience. Inside I am simple, sweet, creamy vanilla from madagascar slow churned into a delicate snowflake. I am the moon, I light up the world, for lovers and criminals like me. I am scarred and imperfect, and on cloudy days I stay in bed and hide my face from the world. I am all of these things I am unique but nothing that i've experienced hasn't happened to someone else and nothing I do hasn't been done before.
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Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 9:05 PM UTC
jenette-debarge
Inside I am
A little girl staying up past my bed time, Watching TV from behind the couch, torturing snails in my spare time, playing barbies with the neighborhood boys. I am an angst-y teenager, driving to outrun a broken heart, with a guy in a penguin suit up front, and a hysterical audience. Inside I am simple, sweet, creamy vanilla from madagascar slow churned into a delicate snowflake. I am the moon, I light up the world, for lovers and criminals like me. I am scarred and imperfect, and on cloudy days I stay in bed and hide my face from the world. I am all of these things I am unique but nothing that i've experienced hasn't happened to someone else and nothing I do hasn't been done before.
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A Dancing fever spreads across Deutschland from ancient Roman City Aachen to far away Madagascar where proto-people live, waking to morning whooping calls and fading habitat. We can still find preserved Lemurs in Duke hospitals and open zoo for robust ring-tailed, or dark cells for the nocturnals. Would they dance too with us, in mass hysteria, irrational exuberance, and ergot poisoning if only later converting to a Science belief-system new?
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
jojo-nguyen
Dancing to death
A Dancing fever spreads across Deutschland from ancient Roman City Aachen to far away Madagascar where proto-people live, waking to morning whooping calls and fading habitat. We can still find preserved Lemurs in Duke hospitals and open zoo for robust ring-tailed, or dark cells for the nocturnals. Would they dance too with us, in mass hysteria, irrational exuberance, and ergot poisoning if only later converting to a Science belief-system new?
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I love you. Not because the valley floor is growing greener by the hour and not because flowers bloom after April showers, I live you. Not knowing that every breath I breathe could be my last and embracing the future like I have had no past. . . I long for every song that is sang in your heart and every melody from the highest mountain of your soul. The wind can't sweep you away from my mind and even the wisest can't compete with everything I know. I'm forgetting the sun can never touch the moon and that the sky keeps them apart. I forget Earth can't be friends with Neptune and India will never visit Madagascar. And every place I am I cannot be somewhere else. I forget that time keeps us apart. I can't be close to you For it's written in the stars for you to be distant from my heart. A bird will never be a tree and a tree never a cloud and silence will always be quiet, for quiet can never be loud. I forget that a Mormon will not love a Buddhist the tough must be tough, for the soft is called softer. and even fairy tales aren't always Happily Ever After. I love you. Not because I am trying to put one with one to equal two. Not because I am trying to trick fate into putting me closer to you. I live you. Not because I am trying to take a skip over time, but because you are forever in my body, soul, and mind. And I love you. Not because I want to point destiny as a fool, But because the one thing I won't forget, will always be you.
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Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 1:04 AM UTC
sarah-or-something
Yes.
I love you. Not because the valley floor is growing greener by the hour and not because flowers bloom after April showers, I live you. Not knowing that every breath I breathe could be my last and embracing the future like I have had no past. . . I long for every song that is sang in your heart and every melody from the highest mountain of your soul. The wind can't sweep you away from my mind and even the wisest can't compete with everything I know. I'm forgetting the sun can never touch the moon and that the sky keeps them apart. I forget Earth can't be friends with Neptune and India will never visit Madagascar. And every place I am I cannot be somewhere else. I forget that time keeps us apart. I can't be close to you For it's written in the stars for you to be distant from my heart. A bird will never be a tree and a tree never a cloud and silence will always be quiet, for quiet can never be loud. I forget that a Mormon will not love a Buddhist the tough must be tough, for the soft is called softer. and even fairy tales aren't always Happily Ever After. I love you. Not because I am trying to put one with one to equal two. Not because I am trying to trick fate into putting me closer to you. I live you. Not because I am trying to take a skip over time, but because you are forever in my body, soul, and mind. And I love you. Not because I want to point destiny as a fool, But because the one thing I won't forget, will always be you.
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from a wonderful night she came alive oh my country obscured in her gloomy might her love seemed so right the feign of her tattered story she bears the burden of Africa the reign of her battered glory her body abut and juxtaposed Madagascar I wish that I fly away from my path I might not stray from the start I was taught to pray my dreams to soar in beautiful array as the nation saddles in its own barrage lamentations of 56 years' blink I see on eagle's wings what victory brings the joy of 36 shining gold rings too bright to look at naming and counting one for each and when twilight was reach in plenteous joy and happiness to the people my heart outreach compensation for years lived in wood and ash
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC
oludamilaredaniel
hope of twilight
from a wonderful night she came alive oh my country obscured in her gloomy might her love seemed so right the feign of her tattered story she bears the burden of Africa the reign of her battered glory her body abut and juxtaposed Madagascar I wish that I fly away from my path I might not stray from the start I was taught to pray my dreams to soar in beautiful array as the nation saddles in its own barrage lamentations of 56 years' blink I see on eagle's wings what victory brings the joy of 36 shining gold rings too bright to look at naming and counting one for each and when twilight was reach in plenteous joy and happiness to the people my heart outreach compensation for years lived in wood and ash
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A robust, full bodied cup of coffee The resounding zeros and dated euphemisms The criminal and large and I sitting He has something to say I tell him to spit it out He says he knows I'm holding out on him and tells me to cough it up I adhere to his demand and pull out my rucksack and empty it out on the shellacked table Cream of tartar Cumin Cloves Bay leaves     Clovers Ginger Mustard seeds Anise A plethora of extracts and Madagascar vanilla bean I give in because this guy has a murderous track record nine miles long While I have a lifelong loosing streak I dare not try and petition him with defiant excuses and off the hook tones He needed these things to prepare a meal for his dying father He suffers from hangnails and trend followers As his son follows a dark path that is a far cry from a path that will lead to a career The criminal gathers the vials of herbs and spices with tears in his eyes and goes on his way I sit and finish my coffee unfazed and understanding To be continued...
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
tommy-johnson
Fair Enough
A robust, full bodied cup of coffee The resounding zeros and dated euphemisms The criminal and large and I sitting He has something to say I tell him to spit it out He says he knows I'm holding out on him and tells me to cough it up I adhere to his demand and pull out my rucksack and empty it out on the shellacked table Cream of tartar Cumin Cloves Bay leaves     Clovers Ginger Mustard seeds Anise A plethora of extracts and Madagascar vanilla bean I give in because this guy has a murderous track record nine miles long While I have a lifelong loosing streak I dare not try and petition him with defiant excuses and off the hook tones He needed these things to prepare a meal for his dying father He suffers from hangnails and trend followers As his son follows a dark path that is a far cry from a path that will lead to a career The criminal gathers the vials of herbs and spices with tears in his eyes and goes on his way I sit and finish my coffee unfazed and understanding To be continued...
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Gondwana I woke up it was morning and a year had gone My future was behind me I only had to live for the day And not bother with philosophical questions but Set the day free to wander, see where it will take me. I hope it is not Madagascar this island of muddy shores Steamy heat, odd animals with big empty eyes A variety of snakes and dusty roads leading nowhere This Island was once a part of a supercontinent but it Moved out of time Madagascar is a reminder of not to Worry about now whatever happens it will move out The world is a stage where most of us a statists but has No say about the script; time takes care of that.
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Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 8:52 AM UTC
jan-oskar-hansen
Gondwana
Gondwana I woke up it was morning and a year had gone My future was behind me I only had to live for the day And not bother with philosophical questions but Set the day free to wander, see where it will take me. I hope it is not Madagascar this island of muddy shores Steamy heat, odd animals with big empty eyes A variety of snakes and dusty roads leading nowhere This Island was once a part of a supercontinent but it Moved out of time Madagascar is a reminder of not to Worry about now whatever happens it will move out The world is a stage where most of us a statists but has No say about the script; time takes care of that.
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Children who have nothing are crying We drown it out with our preoccupations I do, too! Can you imagine the Republic of Congo And what children there, suffer? I have travelled to the 3rd world extensively and Have been to Nepal and Madagascar. The children suffer in a brutal way . . . that is hard to wrap your head around If you've never left the US, Canada or Europe, Australia or Japan. How can we have a conscience And let it go on? We pretend it's not happening But it is. Google "Jared Fogle". Let us amend the Constitution And create a safe haven for crime victims Let's have a two strikes and you're out Law for pedophiles who pray on children Under 12 years of age. For me, I can no longer look at it With a blind eye For helping the children Is what I was trained by Life experience, to do. I was one of those children once And not a single person cared. Let me be there for the current Child victims And let's try to heal that part of Our sometimes, twisted world. Let me do all that I can do! All I ask of you, is to think about children suffering around the world for just 10 seconds. ~Arianna
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
arianna-darshani
Children are crying
Children who have nothing are crying We drown it out with our preoccupations I do, too! Can you imagine the Republic of Congo And what children there, suffer? I have travelled to the 3rd world extensively and Have been to Nepal and Madagascar. The children suffer in a brutal way . . . that is hard to wrap your head around If you've never left the US, Canada or Europe, Australia or Japan. How can we have a conscience And let it go on? We pretend it's not happening But it is. Google "Jared Fogle". Let us amend the Constitution And create a safe haven for crime victims Let's have a two strikes and you're out Law for pedophiles who pray on children Under 12 years of age. For me, I can no longer look at it With a blind eye For helping the children Is what I was trained by Life experience, to do. I was one of those children once And not a single person cared. Let me be there for the current Child victims And let's try to heal that part of Our sometimes, twisted world. Let me do all that I can do! All I ask of you, is to think about children suffering around the world for just 10 seconds. ~Arianna
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TRAVEL Take me to the sunny cities of Africa Especially to the sunny beaches of Madagascar Or a moment at the Zimbabwean Victoria falls Just to fill my insatiable need for cool air A taste of fresh breeze tingling my skin As I enjoy God’s immaculate nature creations Take me to the Biblical soils of Israel Make me visit the rice growing farmers of of Thailand And show me the fabulous Great Wall of China Then relax me in the floating hotels of Dubai Then you know I like travelling much There is a lot I need to see in this world From the great historical monuments of United States To the so much fabled twin tower , And maybe a sea-ride with the US marines Staying a day in the samba cities of Brazil Listening to soft reggae tunes from Jamaica Sometimes I wish I could  see the Stonehenge And have a cup of tea with the Queen Does the Berlin corridor still exist? That one I will check on my own … As I travel around and around With a plane made in  Japan
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Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC
simbarashe1
travel
TRAVEL Take me to the sunny cities of Africa Especially to the sunny beaches of Madagascar Or a moment at the Zimbabwean Victoria falls Just to fill my insatiable need for cool air A taste of fresh breeze tingling my skin As I enjoy God’s immaculate nature creations Take me to the Biblical soils of Israel Make me visit the rice growing farmers of of Thailand And show me the fabulous Great Wall of China Then relax me in the floating hotels of Dubai Then you know I like travelling much There is a lot I need to see in this world From the great historical monuments of United States To the so much fabled twin tower , And maybe a sea-ride with the US marines Staying a day in the samba cities of Brazil Listening to soft reggae tunes from Jamaica Sometimes I wish I could  see the Stonehenge And have a cup of tea with the Queen Does the Berlin corridor still exist? That one I will check on my own … As I travel around and around With a plane made in  Japan
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Our Slave ship floundered on the rocks in the teeth of a mighty storm. We were cast out on a nameless Isle. Half our cargo drowned. Morning came and the seas becalmed And we salvaged what we could. The Captain was a broken man The first mate did what he should. We fashioned shelters of rock and mud. And found a water source. We had no doubts, then, we’d be saved from this Isle off the African Coast. The Isle was plentiful with game And we had guns and swords. The slaves would serve our wants and needs So we were in accord We rigged a lifeboat with a sail And the first mate and three more Cast their fortunes on the winds for Madagascar’s shores. They promised us that they’d return, Their word they swore they’d keep. But either the World ignored their pleas or they sleep in the deep. We learned, in time, acceptance, of our lonely likely fate. We taught the slaves to speak our French. took their women as our mates. Decimation was inevitable Even in that tropic clime. Many just lost hope and died. Others lost their mind. My best friend lost his life at sea on a flimsy makeshift raft. Of all the French who landed here I, Jacques, am the last. I hope my journal will be found when I too, am dead and gone. Please rescue what remains of me And bear my body home. Or else commit me to the sea with prayers and honor due. My woman and my child yet live May God preserve those two.
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 7:48 AM UTC
john-f-mccullagh
Jacques the Last
Our Slave ship floundered on the rocks in the teeth of a mighty storm. We were cast out on a nameless Isle. Half our cargo drowned. Morning came and the seas becalmed And we salvaged what we could. The Captain was a broken man The first mate did what he should. We fashioned shelters of rock and mud. And found a water source. We had no doubts, then, we’d be saved from this Isle off the African Coast. The Isle was plentiful with game And we had guns and swords. The slaves would serve our wants and needs So we were in accord We rigged a lifeboat with a sail And the first mate and three more Cast their fortunes on the winds for Madagascar’s shores. They promised us that they’d return, Their word they swore they’d keep. But either the World ignored their pleas or they sleep in the deep. We learned, in time, acceptance, of our lonely likely fate. We taught the slaves to speak our French. took their women as our mates. Decimation was inevitable Even in that tropic clime. Many just lost hope and died. Others lost their mind. My best friend lost his life at sea on a flimsy makeshift raft. Of all the French who landed here I, Jacques, am the last. I hope my journal will be found when I too, am dead and gone. Please rescue what remains of me And bear my body home. Or else commit me to the sea with prayers and honor due. My woman and my child yet live May God preserve those two.
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The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know… which insightful, gutsy, entrancing, catchy apothegm attributed to Socrates by way of Plato subsequently self ranking myself amidst Phylum Chordata with the Dodo bird Class Aves (namely said extinct flightless winged creature with a mass of 29 – 51 pounds Oh!) once endemic to the island of Mauritius, east of Madagascar in the Indian Ocean, none would be espied, no matter how thorough going across aquatic spreadsheet, one might row eventually coordinating dropping vertical column in toto arriving back to original mentally ponderous premise gamboling feint enroute to see Old Man Wizard Of Oz meets Crow Medicine Show pitching thy quasi recursive query - bro ching concurrence with another maxim to boot “ignorance iz bliss”, which lack o'learn'n doss appeal to this old coot, yet such pithy accordance came to this smart *** to late, a mister wordsmith with a palm pilot maximum glute clamors (at risk of life and limb) to hoot and holler when new kernel of knowledge gleaned finds me mute as if raw bit of savored information akin to unearthing a rare gem, or rare species of newt temporarily allaying fervent quest to root thru hefty tomes of great literature, and tracts that suit many other subjects, less to be arrogant and toot my own horn, but more so... to satisfy an increasingly insatiable hunger grow wing nsync with unquenchable thirsty ambition less for dough (cuz bing po' with treasure trove of voluminous expansive bookish notions doth shaw surpass becoming suddenly wealthy tin *** hustlers with un hewn fifty nine shades of gray straw this haint no cowardly lion seeking Androcles to extract thorn from hum my faux paws.
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
Aye Am The Questioning Sort
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know… which insightful, gutsy, entrancing, catchy apothegm attributed to Socrates by way of Plato subsequently self ranking myself amidst Phylum Chordata with the Dodo bird Class Aves (namely said extinct flightless winged creature with a mass of 29 – 51 pounds Oh!) once endemic to the island of Mauritius, east of Madagascar in the Indian Ocean, none would be espied, no matter how thorough going across aquatic spreadsheet, one might row eventually coordinating dropping vertical column in toto arriving back to original mentally ponderous premise gamboling feint enroute to see Old Man Wizard Of Oz meets Crow Medicine Show pitching thy quasi recursive query - bro ching concurrence with another maxim to boot “ignorance iz bliss”, which lack o'learn'n doss appeal to this old coot, yet such pithy accordance came to this smart *** to late, a mister wordsmith with a palm pilot maximum glute clamors (at risk of life and limb) to hoot and holler when new kernel of knowledge gleaned finds me mute as if raw bit of savored information akin to unearthing a rare gem, or rare species of newt temporarily allaying fervent quest to root thru hefty tomes of great literature, and tracts that suit many other subjects, less to be arrogant and toot my own horn, but more so... to satisfy an increasingly insatiable hunger grow wing nsync with unquenchable thirsty ambition less for dough (cuz bing po' with treasure trove of voluminous expansive bookish notions doth shaw surpass becoming suddenly wealthy tin *** hustlers with un hewn fifty nine shades of gray straw this haint no cowardly lion seeking Androcles to extract thorn from hum my faux paws.
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Just to be Beneath a sea Of ice and whiskey Atop a bar Somewhere far Madagascar Or, Miami Beach Within arm reach Or to beseech My new friend To go round the bend To find the token See the sight Spend the night. Get in a fight All on a plane Hills in the rain The palm of some Jane F'ever roam Never home Only a Stone A black mark Forever Dark On my life's chart.
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 4:07 PM UTC
dsdarlingm
Just Wander
Just to be Beneath a sea Of ice and whiskey Atop a bar Somewhere far Madagascar Or, Miami Beach Within arm reach Or to beseech My new friend To go round the bend To find the token See the sight Spend the night. Get in a fight All on a plane Hills in the rain The palm of some Jane F'ever roam Never home Only a Stone A black mark Forever Dark On my life's chart.
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A “Merry Christmas” to you all Dreams with smiles and wishes coming true Christmas trees with presents under the tree just for you. Loads of cards just to let you know how many people love you Roast Turkey, Roast Vegetables there’s so much love in this room. I can feel Mrs Clause and Rudolf smiling because christmas makes us feel good.Little children in the room with family and friends laughing out loud. The smell of the food in the kitchen is so nice, there’s a knock at the door please let the snowman in-side. Eggnog and Sherry for grandma and grandpa, little kids all around the telly watching Madagascar. The rooms filled with laughter kids opening every present they get faster, wrapping paper all around with Christmas songs to sing along. Christmas Socks all been raided chocolate sweets all over people’s faces Marry Christmas to you all and may the day grant all your wishers. And even though your belly feels full it’s okay to offer to clean up all the dishes. Jidos Reality 5.12.12
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Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
jidosreality
Merry Christmas
A “Merry Christmas” to you all Dreams with smiles and wishes coming true Christmas trees with presents under the tree just for you. Loads of cards just to let you know how many people love you Roast Turkey, Roast Vegetables there’s so much love in this room. I can feel Mrs Clause and Rudolf smiling because christmas makes us feel good.Little children in the room with family and friends laughing out loud. The smell of the food in the kitchen is so nice, there’s a knock at the door please let the snowman in-side. Eggnog and Sherry for grandma and grandpa, little kids all around the telly watching Madagascar. The rooms filled with laughter kids opening every present they get faster, wrapping paper all around with Christmas songs to sing along. Christmas Socks all been raided chocolate sweets all over people’s faces Marry Christmas to you all and may the day grant all your wishers. And even though your belly feels full it’s okay to offer to clean up all the dishes. Jidos Reality 5.12.12
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I heard a story today of Dead bodies dancing in Madagascar Of ignorance lingering And political faith put to the test New conceptions like another Sunday Void of inspiration and Poets of drowsy thoughts Drowning below the fractured surface A poet is always lost in translation Too many unknown houses Too many cosmopolitan pacifists Shouting at blank TV screens I had a story once On truth, necessity, And scientific hypotheses The darkness swallowed everything As the dancing ladies sang The asylums emptied. On the dull paths by the river No graffiti of love I take a deep sworn vow To look death in the face No matter what the dance No matter what the consequences This is the shape of things to come A lack of poets, who sing, Not to the burdensome face of beauty But the drifting bodies You never let settle around you. How do you characterize a story?
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
andrew-duggan
How do you characterize a story?
I heard a story today of Dead bodies dancing in Madagascar Of ignorance lingering And political faith put to the test New conceptions like another Sunday Void of inspiration and Poets of drowsy thoughts Drowning below the fractured surface A poet is always lost in translation Too many unknown houses Too many cosmopolitan pacifists Shouting at blank TV screens I had a story once On truth, necessity, And scientific hypotheses The darkness swallowed everything As the dancing ladies sang The asylums emptied. On the dull paths by the river No graffiti of love I take a deep sworn vow To look death in the face No matter what the dance No matter what the consequences This is the shape of things to come A lack of poets, who sing, Not to the burdensome face of beauty But the drifting bodies You never let settle around you. How do you characterize a story?
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