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Mateuš Conrad Jun 2016
something beautiful happened to me,
more beautiful than a Mona Lisa,
a Staffordshire terrier (funny how you
say b'ah b'ah sheer, or you do say shire - shy ire,
but the former is a gluttonous tongue
expression) ran up to me barking
and tail waggling from ~200 metres away,
i asked the breed but not the petting
i just called him a nice fella the owner called
him a dragging-of-the-leg ******...
what a bulging scull, firm throughout,
strong limbs, hidden ribs, a proper meat-head
of a dog, quick to please,
i turned into a butcher in an instant,
that's what i mean, a moment like that,
you go walk in the Essex fields and you
meet strangers with welcoming dogs,
former convicts judging by the tattoos...
when a dog forgets its owner and rushes up to a stranger
instant magic,  barking, tail waggling, head readied
for a patting... moments like these are better than
a striptease; i was a bit furry in feeling throughout,
come to mind - it's funny, isn't it?
how a man will readily magnetise his feelings
into animals when he's experienced unsatisfactory femininity,
that sexualised belittling "motherhood",
some men can take it, others can't,
to be frank mothers are less relentless in what a man
should be... women bully men into
acting as tools for provisions, who the **** thought
of excavating harems from lions or sea-lions
was a genius... imagine exporting the 11-year itch
to Iraq... i mean, the only success story of western
society is ******* everyone over, given
that ~50% of marriages in the western world fail
after 11 years... the curse of individuation,
morphed into a pet chihuahua in a purse of some
glamour model, the Chinese are laughing, believe me,
even in their factories, numbering over a billion,
and in the west? the success of science, prolonged
old-age... and the care homes... hip hip hooray!
******* marvellous, sleeping in my own ****...
Jimi Hendrix got lucky, god loved him...
is old-age really a success story? i mean, does it really,
*******, matter? what sort of achievement is it?
a life a century a hoopla of the next brigade
of hip replacement surgery? i guess only turtles get to
live over the century mark, trying to sabotage this
ontological fact is suicide or, well... sadism...
i rather live to my necessary expectancy
than outlive it in one;
but what a beautiful scene, he spotted me from
~200 metres away, and i got to pet him while
he barked joyfully, that thick-skull head of his,
a fine fella that staffy - i never knew that a dog
could give you more pleasure than a woman;
well i do now, having petted those autistic animals
known as cats.
Allan Mzyece Jan 2017
Stranger danger, I am about to make all kinds of poets surrender... how? you wonder why? let me clarify :- let me amplify; my voice is sharper than a knife when I say I love Natalie
Adding a twist between different lives
i magnetise, form faster than they spread there lies
they say that I NEED TO BUY ***** JUST TO OPEN UP YOUR BIBLES
because i am possessed by Love demons
but to all Poets, i stand as a Villain; my messages stay hidden for someone with greater vision
you can't understand my cranium inside, i have a god's insight
I have been painting the future just to fall in love with the past
I miss them all! i miss my soul busked in the devil's mask
this is something that you will never outmatch! this is life vibrating a damb man's uvula
cute babies lubricating toys with saliva, while i am busy kissing a former lover in a world under, but above all you poets that slunder
Your words I plunder!
I am a first class writer
You can't bring me down
because I robbed you of your Crown!
Luke B Hopson Apr 2011
You are the Positive,
And I am the Negative,
And Opposites Attract,
I'll Magnetise,
Your Electric Eyes,
And Together We'll React.

*Reworked April 2011
Dave Robertson Aug 2021
As a perennial here
I’ve grown and died
with reasonably quiet roots
learnt colloquial voices
that let me pass in these beds

But frothing coasts,
shattered hand held heights,
cool plains of forever
and cobbled nooks
magnetise more with life

So bring me the horizon,
you wild world
and release me of my soil
commitments
so I can continue
'Take your dream as far as you can'- tear up the 
roots of the dead flowers, grab the branches 
above you and swing into the unreal vision of 
reality, breathe the air of spaces unknown, 
carrying with you the experiences of pressing 
thoughts, the sudden surprises of youth, the 
views that, with a flash of excitement, open up 
great wide vistas, and magnetise your senses 
to fly into their psychedelic embrace. 

Float along on the streams of life, like the 
autumn leaf, after dipping and diving, 
as it finds the calm of a lake's edge 
and oscillates in the quiet breezes, 
gathering the last rays of the setting sun, 
before it sinks, to become new life. 

Dance to the sound of the song bird, 
the drip of the rain, the swirl of the clouds 
and the dramatic movement in an opera when 
all voices join, and sound their messages 
out to the universe of stars and planets. 

Feel with your hands the shape of the future, 
smoothed and polished, slippery and textured, 
bumpy and sharp; become a new form of 
yourself, create something out of your own 
arsenal, using your whole being.
 
Touch the page with the tip of the brush, the 
full wash across the hand made paper, the 
colours of all nature, the scarlets, the azures, 
the emeralds, the golds, in hallucinations that 
are real, mysteries that metaphorically express 
the quick of your spirit, and are seen to be art.

Margaret Ann Waddicor 29th October 2012.

Written the same day... On my way home the dry Autumn leaves dancing cart-wheels past me, and did tap dancing on the tarmac, it was quite loudly they rattled past and flew away ahead of me as if like a flock of chattering children, rust brown and ochre colours doing their kind of wind dance, how wonderful all these percussion-like noises nature makes; just like the ice on the lake where the children were throwing blocks onto the hard surface, the sounding - box of the lake itself making that eerie kind of clang of sound that at first I thought might be some strange bird. I took up a video on my iPhone, but **** it, having fingers that were near frozen they didn't manage to push the tiny lever over from pure photography, so, to my great disappointment I when I got back there were only photos of it. Such is life!!!
It doesn't men that my life hasn't had set backs, cancer in five places, I have decided not to have any more, I must get on with my life. Not worried about dying whenever that comes. But blessed with a parents with a joy of life, I have it too, come what may.
Martin Illy Mar 2014
With invisible pinchers you grab hold of me,
second after minute after hour,
you are in control of my emotions,
I am strapped to all that you empower

Your words magnetise me,
I am bound to them,
they draw me closer to you,
I become nothing but a gullible lamb

But there is something you should know,
I am glass, & you, gravity,
you don’t realise I am fragile,
until in pieces I shatter, broken so easily.
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Dear a miss who longs for a boy
Longing for my heart and not to make my ***** a toy
  I suggest our minds have to be in sync
Like you'd blink as I wink and we'd clear our kinks...

So I watch you in your daily habits, longing to look better
The truth is at the turn of the age I became a fretter
If you can climb the cosmic ladder then you can find me

So a wish I send
Bathe in melting pearls
Let my love twirl your hair like ******* curls
And you grow to love your body more
Eat well and clear the baggage in your surroundings
So a portrait or two will do so you don't feel alone

I work far away from the world so past Peace avenue I am home
That's where I'll be looking at that tree and know I am free
But I am alone so maybe a worthy lover is comforting thee
Unless you've found the green field in which case you'll know that making love is not making love unless it's with me

So be an angel then loving yourself so a reciprocal counterpoint can magnetise with you, and in that Beautiful World maybe that's where we'll meet.

*Your joy is a marvel, not the fraud superhero characters but the warrior princesses who gladiate that the world does not hear about, to gain my credit has been a bout so there's a lot of nonsense I can live without, talk soon, trust and don't doubt
beth fwoah dream Nov 2019
loving a ghost boy,
brown, gentle eyes,
dark flowing hair,
you magnetise me,
love soft as the sky,
enigmatic, beautiful,
out of a shadowy night
your love finds me,
and i find you,
ghost boy,
boy that i love.
Vii HunniD Oct 2019
She's the left and right ventricles of his heart,
Inseparable affection leads him to
Her magnetic amorous forces...
Affiliated to his instincts
But attracted to her.

She's has everlasting irresistible feel and touch,
Her magnetic amorous forces,
Still pulls him towards her enduring soul.
His heart makes no sense when,
His mind is made up and magnetise by her...
Emeka Mokeme Sep 2019
There is only
one thing that
my heart ever
wanted and desired.
Something very special
and simply so sweet
that it craves for.
The only thing i
could give myself to,
something that i
ever yearn for.
And this is it,
that I'll never
be consumed by
the love of
someone who yearn
to occupy and
possess my heart,
the giver of love,
a lover of my heart
more than by
the love of the self,
that emanates
from my soul.
Self love is beautiful,
it's definitely the
true beginning of love.
To cherish yourself
opens up the door
to the inner temple.
It takes you
to the sacred corner
of your sanctuary
within your heart
where the candle light
of divine love is lit.
From here,
the showers of rain,
falls softly to wet
the rose of your
inner garden to quietly
unfold tenderly
to bring bliss
and loveliness to
your beautiful soul.
It causes the dews
of love to descend
upon your heart.
And even ignite
the moonlight of love
to shine on your path,
engage and magnetise
your whole being to
be in sync with love.
And boom!,
the true beauty
of love blooms.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.

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