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Michael W Noland Sep 2012
[A] is for
An
Archer with
An
Arrow through his
Adams
Apple, very
Applicable, to the
Ample
Amounts of
Amiable
Attitude,
Adorning his heart, in
After
Action
Attributes, that impart, the
Admiration, of
*******, in this
Acting out of
Arrogance bit. he is,
Astute, in his
Allure, and
Aloof, in the
Air, of
Aspiration, in which, he was
Alienated in the
Agony, of
Asking
Assassins, the
Aforementioned. lights, camera,
Action. recipe of the
Ancient
Admirals of
Avian
Aliens, that
Attacked, with the
Arms and fists, of
Arachnids, now
Aching to be
Activated in sudden
Allegiance to the
Answers, of the truth.
Accumulating wealth for
Anarchy's of
Abating
Angels in
Atrophied,
Alchemical
Academies of the ever
After life .. . of silence.
****** strengthens in these
Accolades of violence, in
Alliance to
Appliances
Appearing in the
Arson of
Apathy, happily, to
Anguish in the
Amputation of my
Abdomen, if it meant i'm a real
American, even, when, only
Ash, remains.
Acclimating in its remains
Attained, the
Articles of my pain, in
Affluent shame, next time ..
Aim... oak
[A]?

[B] is for the
Bah of
Black sheep, and
Big
Bit¢hes, fat cats,
Bombarded in the
Blasted,
Bastion of
Blackened
Benevolent
Blokes,
Berating the
Blasphemous,
Be-seech, of
Brains, to feel
Bad, about the
Blotching of
Binary codes, erroding, the
Blanked out
Books, of
Belittled
Bureaucrats,
Bowling
Back the
Bank rolls of
Betterment, from the
Back of the
Blackened
Bus, as i'm
Busting guts, in the
Bubbling
Butts, of *****
Benched, but
Beautiful, in the
Battle, in the
Bane, of existence.
Baffled, in the strain of
Belligerence, in
Beating the
Beaming
Butchery into
Billy's
Broken
Brains, in
Bouts, of
Battering
Bobby's for
Bags of
*******
Before, affording to
Build
Bombs, is just
Beyond
Breaking
Beer
Bottles on the
*******
Benefactors of
Boulder
Bashing with the
Beaks, of
Birds, with no
Bees. just a
Being, trying to
[B]


[C] is for the
*****
Courting the
Choreography, in
Computerized
Curtains,
Circumventing the
Cultured,
Contrivance of
Chromatic
Cellars,
Calibrating, to the
Contours of
Calamities,
Celebrating the
Cyclical,
Cylinders of
Cyphered
Calenders,
Correcting the
Calculations, of
Crooks
Coughing, in
Courageous
Coffins of
Canadians,
Collecting
Cobble stones, from
Catacombs, in the lands of the
Conquered,
Capturing the
Claps of thieves, sneaky
Cats, of greed. its
Comedy. oh
Comely, to my
Cling of
Cleanliness, and for your self
[C]

[D] is for the
Dip *****, as they
Delve
Deeper in the
Deliverance, of
Deviant
Deities,
Dying to
Demand
Dinner
Delivered in the throws of
Death,
Deceiving
Defiance of
Darkened
Dreams,
Demeaning that which
Deems the
Dormant of the
Dominant, to be
Demons of
Deviled
Devilry,
Dooming us for
Destruction.
Deploy the,
Damsels in
Duress.
Defiled and
Distressed,
Detestable and
Dead. in the thump of
Drums,
Dumbing down the
Debts of,
Dire regrets.
Dissect the
Daisies of,
Disillusion, in the current
Days,
Diluting night into
Dawn,
Disconnecting the
Dots of the
Dichotomy, and arming me, in the
Diabolatry, of,
Demonology, as i watch me
Dwindle away, the
[D]

[E] is for
Everything in nothing,
Eating the
Euphoric
Enigmas of
Enlightened
Elitists,
Exceeding in the
Extravagant
Essence of
Esoteric
Euphemisms,
Escaping the
Elegance of the
Elements in the
Eccentricity of
Eclectic
Ecstasy,
Exhaling, the
Exostential blessings, of inner
Entities, and renouncing the
Enemies of my
Ease,
Easily to appease
Extraterestrial
Empires,
Extracting the lost
Embers of
Enlightenment, in
Excited delight, but to later
Entice, the fight, and
Escape, like a thief into the night of
Everywhere,
Entering the
Exits of
Elevators leading no where, to
Elevate, this useless place,
Encased in malware in the
Errant
Errors of
Every man,
Enslaved, of flesh and
Entrails,
Enveloping the core of
Everything, that matters,
Enduring, the chatter, of
Evermore,
Ever present in
Everybody
Ever made to take
[E]

Funk the
Ferocity of
Foolish
Fandangos, with
Fanged
Fanatics,
Fooled in the
Fiasco of
Fumbled
Fantasies,
Falling through the
Farms of
Freely
Found
Fans,
Flying in the
Fame of
Fortune.
Fornicating on the
Fallen
Fears of
Fat
Fish getting their
Fillet of
Fills.
Feel me in the
Frills

Granted with
Generosity.
Giblets of
Gratitude and
Greed,
Greeting the
Goop and
Gobbled
Gore,
Gleaned from the
Glamour of
Ghouls in
Gillie suits,
Getting what they
Got
Going, in the
Gratuitous
Gallows of a
Game
Gaffed by
Giants.

Hello to the
Horizon of
Hellish
Hilarity, in
Hope of
Happy, to
Heave from
Heifers, to
Help the
Hemp
Harshened
Hobos in
Heightened
Horror, to
Honor the
Habitats of
Hapless
Habituals,
Herbalising the work
Horse, named
Have Not, in the
Haughtily
Hardened
Houses of
Happenstance.

Ignore the
Ignorant
Idiots, too
Illiterate to
Indicate the
Indicative
Instances of
Idiom in the
Irrelevant
Inaccuracy of
I,
In the
Intellect of
Idle
Individuals,
Irritated with the
Irate
Illusion of
Idols
Illustrated upon the
Iris,
In the
Illumination of
I.

******* the
Jobless
Jokers, and
Jimmy the
Jerkins from their
Jammie's, in
Justified,
Jousting off the
Jumps, in
Jokes, and
Jukes of
Just
Jailers,
Jesting for
Jammed
Jury's to
****
Judgment from the
Jitter
Juiced
Jeans of
Jesus.

**** the
Keep of
Khaki-ed
Kool aid men,
Kept in the
Kilometers of
Kits,
Kin-less
Kinetics,
Knifing the
Knights of
Kneeling
Kinsmanship,
Keeling over the
Keys of
Kaine, with the
Karmic
Karate
Kick of a
Kangaroo.

Love the
Levity, in the
Luxurious
Laments of
Loveliness,
Lovingly
Levitating in
Level,
Lucidly.
Living in
Laps, of
Lapses,
Looping, but
Lacking the
Loom of the
Latches
Locked with
Leeches of the
Lonely
Lit
Leering of
Lightly
Limbs, that
Lash at the
Lessers in
Loot of
Lost letters,
Lest we
Learned in the
Lessons of
Liars.

Marooned in
Maniacal
Masterpieces,
Masqueraded as
Malignant
Memorization's of
Motionless
Mantras, but
Merrily
Masking
Mikha'el the
Mundane, who is
Musically
Mused of
Monsters,
Mangling the
Monitor, but
Maybe just a
Moniker of
Marauders.

Never to
Navigate the
Nautical
Nether of
Never
Nears.
Not to
Nit pic the
Naivety of
Nicety.
Notions
Neither take
Note
Nor
Name the
Noise of
Nats in the
Nights of
Neanderthals
Napping in the
Nets of
Ninjas

Ominous in the
Obvious
Omnipotence of
Oblivious
Obligatory
Opulence,
Of
Other
Oddly
Orchards
Of
Offices,
Ordaining
Orifices in
Offers of
Ordinary
Ordinances in
Option-less
Optics,
Optionally an
On-call Oracle, in
Optimal,
Overture.

Perusing the
Pestilent
Pedestals of
Personal,
Parameters,
Pursuing the
Petty
Plumes of
Piety with the
Patience of a
Pharaoh,
******* on the
People with the
Penal
Pianos of
Port-less
Portals, in the
Paperless
Points in the
Palpal
Pats of
Pettiness.
Poor, but
Prideful.

Quick to
Qualify the
Quitter for a
Quick
Quill in
Queer
Quivering of
Quickened
Questioning,
Queried in the
Quakiest of
Quandaries.
Quarantined to a
Quadrant, of
Quagmires.
Questing the
Quizzing of
Quotable
Quartets.

Relax in the
Relapse of
Realizations, and
React with
Racks of
Rolling
Rock to
Rate the
Rep of the
Rain-less.
Roar in
Rapturous
Rendering of the
Random
Readiness in the
Ravenous,
Rallying, of the
Retinal
Refracting of
Reality.
Realigning, the
Righteous
Rearing of the
Realm, and
Retrying.

Steer the
Serenity in
Sustainability, and
Slither through the
Seams of
Slumbered
Scenes.
Secrete the
Solo
Sobriety of
Sapped
Sassys,
Salivating upon a
Slew of
Stupidity,
Steadily
Supplied in
Stream,
Suitably
Slain in the
Steam of
Sanity.
Sadly, i
Still
Seem,
Salvagable.

Topple
The
Titans in
Tightened
Terror.
Torn
Territories
Turn
Turbulent in
The
Teething of
Totality.
The
Telemetry of
Time,
Tortured of
Torrent
Theories,
Told in
Turrets of
Transpiring
Terribleness, from
Tumultuous
Tikes unto
Teens,
Trading
Toys for
Tea.
Thrice
Thrusted upon by the
Tyranny of
Tanks.

Unanimous is the
Ugliness in the
Undertones of
Undreamed
Ulteriors
Undergoing the
Unclean in the
***** of
Utterly
Upset
Users,
Uplifting the
Unfitting
Ushers in
Underwear-less,
Ulcers,
Undergoing the
Ultra of
Uberness.

Venial in
Vindictive
Viciousness of
Vindicated
Venom,
Venomously
Vilifying the
Vials of
Villainy in the
Veins of
Vampires,
Validity of
Valuable
Violence, is
Valiant in the
Vaporous
Vacationing of
Vagrant
Vices.

Why
Whelp in the
Weather
When you can
Wave to the
Whirling
Wisps,
Whipping Where the
Whimsical Were
Way back in the
Wellness of
Whip its,
Wrangling my
World,
With
Waterless
Worms, as
War shouts are
Wasted in the
Wackiest
Walks of
Waking
Wonder.

Xenophobic
Xenogogue, of
Xenomorphic
Xeons, turn
Xyphoid, in the
Xenomenia of my
X, my
Xenolalia of
X, to
***. im lost in the
Xenobiotic zen of
Xerces, on a
Xebec to the
X on the map.
Xenogenesis, in the
Xesturgy of my
Xyston
Xd

Yelling
Yearned from
Yelping.
Yard
Yachts
Yielding, to the
Yodel of
Yeah
Yeahs, to the
Yapping of
******
Yuppie
Yoga
Yanks, over
Yonder.
Yucking it up with the
Yawn of a
Yocal.

Zapped from a
Zone i
Zoomed with
Zeal in the
Zig and
Zag of my
Zapping
Zimming
Zest, upon a
Zombie-less
Zeplin.
Zealot,
Zionist, or
Zoologists,
Zeros or ones, just
Zip your
Zip locked. and
Zzzzz
Zzzz
Zzz
Zz
Z
Zero
this is a work in progress
A pear is a seed my darling dear
And if You, my sweet pear, was a sapling
it would take a thousands years
for You to be as wise as the young redwood tree
in the forest by the salty sea

You don't pick the buds off the rose bush
expecting them to blossom in Your possessive hand
You wait for the perfect moment for the bud to open
sharing her beauty with the sunlight
only then allowing You to gaze at her full glory

And a whole year has gone by for the tree
in which You call home to bloom,
The tree that provides a safe haven for You to ripen
in a burrow between her leaves
protecting You from harsh nights

My dear fruit, You are not ripen yet
You have a couple more months
bloom my sweet pear
if You are too hasty
and allow the nats to gorge on Your splendor
then You will no longer be of value to anyone

I will discard You
my lips will never kiss Your gorgeous skin
You will never be chosen at the market
tucked away in a basket
given as a precious gift.
You will be thrown
mixed into compost
to live the rest of Your days
rotting, unhappy, until You die;
A spoiled little fruit.
Jaymi Swift Feb 2013
You know poetry is like standing naked on a busy street. But in a way it's very freeing. I don't share my poetry with my freinds and family. I guess I'm kinda scared to know just what they'd think. It's kind of like my ***** little secret. Things I would never talk about in real life, I can lay to rest on paper.  Well that is if I can get to a peice of paper before I forget what's in my head. That happens quite often, but what can you do. I am well into my fifteys, and have the attention span of a nat. I think that's what I want to say.  I'm not quite sure how long a nats attention span is. Come to think about it nats can be pretty anoying.  God I hope I'm not anoying. Oh well what was I saying? Hey, can I get kicked off this site for aimlessly wandering through other peoples minds?  Oh, back to the point. I do think I have one. POETRY is kinda like walking up to someone on the street and asking," Do you like my underware?"....  Dam, I burnt the cookies.
Victoria Rose Mar 2011
Your words blow through and stay like nats in my hair
Knotting my every nerve so tight that I cannot bear
The simple fact that with the nats come love
You always demonstrate what you are capable of
Tears escape only after your presence has gone
They travel fast and swift, trying to move on
But the tears leave dry scars for all to see
Open your eyes, your words hurt me
The fog and mist all try to minimize
Your countless beatings through all the lies
Yet I see sunshine while you only see rain
No longer will I follow your example and complain
A new breeze has wafted on by
It’s the hope that keeps me smiling at the sky
No longer will you alone hold me back
I was never yours to attack
Lune Quiller Aug 2021
Like a star in the daylight

Unseen but burning bright.

Like a hibernated bear in it's cave

You don't know the existence hence stand brave.


For the birds also chirp

In front of the sea's enormous burp.

For the Nats also build home

Sadly smashed when you walk or Rome.


Like a fire inside for doing right

The things that bothered when lacked might.

Like inside a prison cell as a slave

For freedom you shall forever crave.


For the spirits inside can hide sometimes

But to ignite them, enough is this rhyme

For now you should get up as I did

Remember not to be your own culprit.
Ail
Joe still can't get
the senate chamber to agree
that he has a well thought out
budget strategy

parts of his budget bill wont get passed
this calendar year  
which will cause
the Libs and Nats to all jeer

expenditure
must be well reined in
the stack of treasury notes
are rather thin

none of the belt tightening
measures getting in
the impasse means the government
wont have savings in the tin

the country needs to have
the books in the black
if they don't pass the bills
we'll always looking back

Clive Palmer, The Greens and Labor
wont give ground
so the budget papers
will just keep hanging around

parliament will soon
be on a summer break
with our current fiscal balance
being at stake

we're all hoping
that common sense will prevail
as our nation's economy
shall continue to ail
Daniel Farnam Sep 2010
The streets are empty tonight.

This city has been deserted.

The walk back is lonesome…

I let my mind wander. Walking methodically and without purpose. As if my soul’s been stolen away.
The coffins around me were once the embodiment of what man strove for.
To be larger than life. To be secure. To be structured.
Now the buildings and skyscrapers personify man in a different light.
Cold. Lifeless. Empty.
The grey walls **** you slowly.

The frigid air reflects the mood of the buildings.
And as the wind blows, the mood is passed into me.
I shudder from the thought of being so hollow.

There is a man near the corner of the road.
He is lying on the concrete.
Hundreds of flies and nats hover over his body.
The stench is putrid.
I shuffle around him and try not to breathe his diseased air.
He moans.
Rises slowly.

The dead coming back to life.

“food”
Is all he says.

I stare into his eyes.
I see only myself.
I’m not surprised.

I lie back down on the concrete.
Feel my stomach curse me.
And wonder,
What happened to me?
original 9/18/2010
Harmony Sapphire Feb 2015
A customer stole my pen & said it was his.
A fat, old, Hispanic male on a bike stole
my mom's money at the bus stop out of her shopping cart.
My mom stole my daughter.
She kicked out & divorced my father.
My brother calls me the *****.
My Co Workers believe I am annoying.
The union job don't schedule me enough hours.
I want full time work not part time pay.
My engine is leaking oil.
My tooth needs a permanent filling.
I avoid any further drilling.

It ***** to be poor.
It is a fire hazard just to use one door.
The grass is not green.
The house is filthy & unclean.
Nats in the kitchen, bathroom, & backroom.
A sty inside & out.
I can't wait to move the **** out.

Only half the burners on the stove work.
**** water came up through the tub drain.
The oven don't work.
The bed springs creak.
The refrigerator leaks.
The door knobs don't lock.
There are cobwebs on the ceiling.
The floors have no carpet.
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
René Mutumé Jul 2013
I bake in the one week of cool hard summer that
July brings this year, enough warmth on the street
to make me not care about the nats touching my face
as I smoke and look up;
the building is asleep as it should be
and I’m careful not dream in the black to long
looking at my old home.

I turn back down the road and turn from 5 to 30
as a man approaches me with a different accent,
to mine, and since the night is nearly
complete, I feel easy
and give him a light.

I see him again as I walk home
as he speaks to a stranger near my uncles block,
and takes his phone.
Jude kyrie Feb 2016
Remember my love
I asked you for the dance
so many years ago now.
More years than leaves
blowing in the fall wind.
I was fascinated

You saw the glow in my eyes
all that my poor heart
could not conceal.
You could see I know
I was just fascinated
you were so lovely.
All that I ever wanted
All I ever needed.

Your hair had the
fragrance of moonlight.
Your head rested
upon my shoulder.
Your eyes closed
my lips kissed your hair.
we waltzed to Nat King Cole
His velvet voice crooned softly.
It became our song my love
Fascination
Always Fascination.

i can close my eyes
even now my darling.
Come dance with me once more.
On our kitchen dance floor.
I will sing fascination
for you my angel.
Softly in Nats whisper
And let me tell you again
How my fascination
turned to love

I sing it low and sweetly
For my forever love.

*It was fascination
I know
Seeing you alone
With the moonlight above
Then I touch your hand
And next moment
I kiss you
Fascination turned to love
always loved that song
jude
Karen Browner Oct 2019
Today is the last day of baseball season in DC
it has been a rollercoaster of ups and downs.

But, with the crack of a bat, or an unbelievable double play, DC managed to catch an elusive unicorn. Colored, bright red, white, and blue.

Embroidered with a curly W.

This team may not be together next year this thought brings great sadness in me I wish they could stay like this, eternally.

But baseball like life is fleeting, and the World Series champions title may seem more far than near.

That ubiquitous call of wait 'til next year gathers ever closer
we fear

We want to hold on to the magic... of this year
To the excitement and wonder and the chanties of Baby Shark that fill the ear.


It is the end...for us at home this year, there still may be two games left to play, as hard as it is for me to say

See y'all Nats, and Nats fans; next year.
Harmony Sapphire Jan 2015
Windows with no holes in the screens.
Countertops & tables surfaces that are clean.
Sinks with no ***** dishes.
My own bedroom & refrigerator to put whatever we wishes.
Our own closet with a security deposit.
Without dust or mold.
No cobwebs clinging in the heatless cold.
An oven that works with a toilet that flushes.
With maintenance that rushes.
A fridge that don't leak.
A bed that don't creak.
A household that is organized, clean, & neat.
Trash taken out daily & never overflowing.
Spacious & roomy with people adoring.
Without mold, stench nats, or ants.
Nothing to complain about rave or rant.
To be able to have a friend over.
To have a clean bath tub for my body to get washed.
To be in charge & be my own boss.
Head if the house with my own address.

A moment to savor that froze.
No foul stench up my nose.
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
Jay G Jan 2016
The rain, sits tightly
up above, in dark clouds,
contemplating release,
hiding the light, and graying
out the land we sit idly upon

Her eyes glimmer, with
shades of gold as she
falls away, from me
eternally

cold skin with moonlight dancing
upon the surface, flies and nats
swarming delicate flesh
I am dead

My mind continues and does my body
to what end? I've already lost it
somewhere to the deep rumbling calls
of the ocean

Dancers will dance
Singers will sing
Lovers will love
As dead men lay on the eve
of the summits demise
Jude kyrie Oct 2015
Remember my love
I asked you for the dance
so many years ago now.
More years than leaves
blowing in the fall wind.
I was fascinated

You saw the glow in my eyes
all that my poor heart
could not conceal.
You could see I know
I was just fascinated
you were so lovely.
All that I ever wanted
All I ever needed.

Your hair had the
fragrance of moonlight.
Your head rested
upon my shoulder.
Your eyes closed
my lips kissed your hair.
we waltzed to Nat King Cole
His velvet voice crooned softly.
It became our song my love
Fascination
Always Fascination.

i can close my eyes
even now my darling.
Come dance with me once more.
On our kitchen dance floor.
I will sing fascination
for you my angel.
Softly in Nats whisper
And let me tell you again
How my fascination
turned to love
sing it low and sweetly
For my forever love.


**"It was fascination
I know
Seeing you alone
With the moonlight above
Then I touch your hand
And next moment
I kiss you
Fascination turned to love"
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
It was Fascination I Know.
Remember my love
I asked you for the dance
so many years ago now.
More years than leaves
blowing in the fall wind.
I was fascinated

You saw the glow in my eyes
all that my poor heart
could not conceal.
You could see I know
I was just fascinated
you were so lovely.
All that I ever wanted
All I ever needed.

Your hair had the
fragrance of moonlight.
Your head rested
upon my shoulder.
Your eyes closed
my lips kissed your hair.
we waltzed to Nat King Cole
His velvet voice crooned softly.
It became our song my love
Fascination
Always Fascination.

i can close my eyes
even now my darling.
Come dance with me once more.
On our kitchen dance floor.
I will sing fascination
for you my angel.
Softly in Nats whisper
And let me tell you again
How my fascination
turned to love

I sing it low and sweetly
For my forever love.

*It was fascination
I know
Seeing you alone
With the moonlight above
Then I touch your hand
And next moment
I kiss you
Fascination turned to love.
cal May 2021
why are there already nats around me?
i'm not dead yet you freaks
The black raid Escalade see me block the shade
Haters love to fade mad cuz i made scope out the preyed
On the strong Christen bongs write dope songs wrongs
Flexed over right my sight ignite my mental to new heights
Scary Mary listening to her windy cries across the skies
All lies footsteps dressed in blue and red still fed
The same lies through the same eyes I be the wise
Got a tip from Solomons goetias got no patience
No more built for war multiple scars tears of the poor
Still flooding the earth but humidity keep the rich gritty
Sillys laid up in the sunshine finna be grind turned slime
Snakes hiding the grass that's why I keep a low stash
180 on the dash as I mind mash away from problems
Paradigm new age dimes chipping to nickle signs
Masked just to make a daily bask expose the wrath
Thanos attitude spoiled like 8 month seafood
Fouls smells sniff out the tattle tails holy grail
Hung on since I gotta grip reality still on a slip
Into darkness mark this visions of a steel carcass
Silver surfer dodged the meat merger splurger
Only on the mint greens govs nannies babies
Industry Hades hard to beat the if ands or maybes


Complex like Doom got ya ears consumed bloomed
By the thought that' was brought by ya paying attention
Wicked ambition done by sinful living still giving
Wishful thinking no blinking see ya souls sink in drinking
Holy wine enlighten my thirty three spines close divine
Threw aways the pines summersault fines
Thrown but I skipped over the skulls and bones clones
By drones tryna pick my every move time wise grooves
Grandfathered clocks twirling portals hurdles
Back up in the black age uncaged filled with rage
Swords knives grenade still leaning of Nats guage
Blast from the past tilt the flask chemical rash
Eating up the coils of rotten humanity sanity
Rationals to abnormality fantasy painted vividly
Across the TVs getting a dose of the over most
Can't think with a clogged mind supreme broken lines
Judged by the afterlife faceless entities hidden energies
Just an unlocked mystery black as an abyss be rollin' 5D
Placed back up in the sunshine where my pineals glands be

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